16 September 2012
Can't breathe,
From the heat.
The burning sun,
Has now began.
To make it's way,
Into this play.
We cannot fight,
This sparkling light.
We are to weak,
And shall not speak.
The light is here,
And coming near.
It's now time,
To end this rhyme.
And with that said,
It's off to bed.
Opuss № I