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Love’s Seasons

How we met like this

Serendipitous

All the colors of autumn

Falling around us

The last leaves wither

It was winter

In the blink of an eye

You and I

Moved like the hands of the clock

Seconds seemed precious

In the hours we would talk

When did it contract to repetitous

Once funny became lame

Unique became the same

All the words repeated motions

Followed without new questions

Spring brought new hope

Yes we could renew this life

Nope.

Summer came with the same light

The growth of flowers and leaves was as certain

As our growing apart

The four seasons of love restart

No better the intentions

Categories: poetry

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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