every year, i wait for summer
—it comes in sweltering mists
and with forsaken realizations.
i shunned them in the dark;
sunrays have their ways
to glimpse upon them.
it is not worth the wait anymore.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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Seasons of Heartbreaks
PoetryThe heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed...
