Seasons

With falling leaves

We learn to lose

And empty streets

Lace our shoes.

With frozen breaths

We feel the heat,

The cold sun sets

Like a heartbeat.

When flowers bloom,

As well do we.

They leave too soon,

Forget the key.

Waves hit the shore,

Spread crimson dawn.

We close the door,

Yesterday’s gone.

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