Seasons upon Love

In the wee small hours of dawn,
The sky opened up to a yawn,
The silent blow of the wind whistles
As the sun crept slowly in the meadows.

Butterflies like to flutter
Winglets with so much color,
It flips, it swing’s, it dances,
From flower to flower it stops to hover.

Water flows down along the river bed,
My hatred washed away with it,
My feelings slowly dissipate…,
Into the depths of the ocean where it ends!

I think I may love again
I’m ready to be hurt again,
Only this pain I can endure,
When summer turns to autumn
and winter ends too soon.

The snow in my heart melts into spring…
Like joy to a child with her silly grin
Lessons in life carried on till the end,
Like a love that endures time and time again.

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