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Take me back to the tale time
When summer opens its wings with good tide
A time when winter is greeted with soft mime
And at a glance of spring, on a horse we ride

Dry season we fully anticipate its heat
From rainy season we earnestly await it

Take me back to the dance days
When cultural values are held in high esteem
But unfortunately nowadays
Everything burns out like a steaming steam

Sitting silently on the solid sand
All we could calmly do is wailingly watch
The rupture culture dissolve with sound
Without a clarion call response to the touch

I like the rhythm of this, but I don't really understand the phrases "tale time" or the comparison of winter to a "soft mime".

This poem has good flow.