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WINTER

oceans of white

no escape

like blindness

absorbing your consciousness

enligthens you during the day

and without love,

every night would be black

like falling

in a bottomless well

pitch black

and no hands there to comfort

but I’m not alone now

not this winter

your warmth is here

and your red cheeks

dots of color

along with your footprints next to mine

footprints of love

AUTUMN

dramatic colors of fall

-shiver

my cells inside

are like the leaves dancing

is it a fall?

the fall of summer

of life

and joy?

why is it then,

that my body and mind

are more filled with love

than any summer

than any day awaken by birds

and overwhelming winds of flower perfume?

so, the nature’s red fills me up

and just like nature is filled

with the color of love

so am I of pure love

SPRING

springtime

does it even exist anymore?

is that gray scale still there?

the difference between

summer and winter

warmth and cold?

or is it a blur

a confusion of feelings

nature doesn't know what to feel

and so

it mixes

SUMMER

bathing in sunlight

with those beautiful birds singing

you'll come and

overwhelm me

those weeks apart

we'll make 'em up

soft warm skin

hair standing up, glowing, on our arms

and your awakening face

smiles at me

with a gloria of shiny hair

all around

and our pulses will meet

in our hands

fingertips

they're so alike

fireflies during the night

flying up up

'til they disappear

in the dark

give life to the sun