Thinking Out Loud
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Seasons
A blush blooms,
Alongside the first
spring romance.
The radiance of a hot love,
Like a summer.
Tears fall -
Autumn leaves,
Monsoon rains.
The winds of crumbling dreams
blow bitter -
A harsh winter
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