To whisk away
The clouds
From the
Sky....
It's been
Months
I've seen
A sunny
Sky....
If I have to
Live thru
Another
Such
Severe
Winter
With ceaseless
Gloomy days....
I'll surely die.
Such a
Glum, sordid
Weather
Can even
Make a
Joker cry....
He'll run
Out of
Jokes
As he'll
Stop
Feeling
High....
He'll bid
Farewell
To the world
Saying his
Last goodbye.
