i wrote a poem about missing autumn in winter... why i thought about this in SPRING-
                              anyways, i hope you enjoy it<3
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                              when autumn
                              plunged into 
                              the bone-chilling
                              cold
                              of solemn winter,
                              did you feel
                              my shiver
                              as the trees danced
                              with barren branches
                              to the winter wind's
                              whispered song
                              of warmer days
                              when the sun
                              wasn't just a flickering 
                              lightbulb
                              uselessly
                              dangling from the sky
                              but a mother with
                              a warm hand
                              cupping your cheek
                              sending sunlight
                              rushing gold
                              through your veins?
                              did you hear
                              the snowflake soldiers
                              fall from the sky
                              to march on
                              the frosted grass
                              to claim it?
                              they're silent
                              but strong
                              in their numbers,
                              suffocating the world
                              in blankets of white
                              and painting over
                              months of mother nature's 
                              past work,
                              turning beauty
                              into blank canvas
                              
                              i miss
                              the soft crunching
                              of converse
                              on dried leaves
                              that were once 
                              dipped in
                              the warm oil paints
                              of sunset
                              and the nights
                              when the wind
                              swept up
                              under our sweaters
                              playfully,
                              not bothering to leave
                              goosebumps,
                              and the world was
                              slowed
                              for a moment
                              like the dramatic 
                              slow motion
                              before we're
                              pushed back
                              into action,
                              and autumn
                              gave me time
                              to pick up my pieces
                              and remind myself
                              that air
                              can taste sweet
                              
                              love,
                              mari
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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