When mornings grew chillier,
And the air grew mistier,
Grass blades had gathered dew,
And the short rains begun.
They met and quickly fell
In love ‘fore they could tell,
Words were said,
Promises new made.
To the mall they went,
To the cinema halls,
Merry were the days,
Cheery the chilly days.
And while the short rains lasted,
No they did not last,
Thus much their days of love,
Before the sun dried all.
25.9.2020
lizmishpoetry 