oh, breezy winter.
how your winds drift in so cold.
shivering septembers, run towards the autumn doors.
closer to the evening but farther from the day.
i smelled your scent drifting from far-far away.
and in that wintery season,
i stepped outside my door;
to find that either things had lightened up or i’d been shadowed like before.
my days had gone by quickly,
with irrelevance.
as i sat bearing a burden, a feat nonetheless.
my heart continued aching.
whilst the snow shut me in.
spring flowers began to blossom.
as hibernation seemed to end.
then in my cave came summer,
burning hot again.
but i had no intention of exploring,
the seasons that came pouring in.
for i was left heartbroken, dying from within.
No comments:
Post a Comment