THE REMEDIES OF THE SUMMER

The remedies of the summer are wasted on me.

I see the dark when I look out

Not the light, as it used to be.

Feels like the sun is leaving eternally,

Leaving its place for a dull darkness-to-be.

The chilling breeze is shivering my skin

The gloom is taking away the blithe

And the remedies…

The remedies are still wasted on me.