Maybe Next Year
Nov 10, 2020
Yes dear autumn; here we meet you again.
Yeah, I know you miss him.
Yes, of course I missed him too.
Yes I know we were collecting the last flowers from you.
But these are now hidden in that rainbow.
Tell me now! Where is God’s home?
Because I want to marry him right away.
Please, please tell me now!
Where is God’s home?
Maybe Next Year — by Merl Meri
