The white flies

The scene has been the same again

It is summer time again

But the beloved flowers did not rise again

Our imagination never ceased to see the beauty of the white flies

As a fighting soldier, it doesn’t allow the black flies to steal our summer day

Oh voices here and there melt into the dreading air

Then the white flies seek to keep awaken to never die

Yet the gloomy sky turns grey and the sea welcomes the black flies

Fire, blood, hope, love

The white flies cover the gloomy sky and the red colour should never disturb the beauty of a summer day