Tulang Hindi Matalinghaga

Summer in December

Rain starts to outflow, sadness starts to glow
Month of melancholy is what they say
Together with heavy droplets at bay
Cascading down my window with sorrow
In my arms clutched a very soft pillow
Looking outside, missing the breeze of May
Looking forward for my comfortable stay
Wondering when life will not be hollow

But what are we keep on fussing about?
Ringing of the campane on the fifteenth
Forgiveness of hatred and too much doubt
Family were together on the tenth
This month, love is sprinkled and never in drought
By then, let's make the most of it's length.