My summer breeze so fresh but in haste,
had me coming quickly to appease my ablaze.
The spring so merry, calm, and cozy,
flowers’ rebirth their crowning glory.
The autumn spirit drags leaves to the ground,
the mark of darkness coming along a shroud.
Winter’s here who cold even bear?
Sober with no one to share these shivers.
All praying for another season to appear.
Ah so seasons come and go,
children play and grow,
and the thought of seeing you
would be relieving ancient feelings.
So ancient that they were meant to be buried
and never to resurface again.
2011©Agapin Edrayll
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