Feeling
but fading
Being
but bleeding
Loving
but losing
Every year, it's the same. I come and go, I feel and fade, I get loved and I get forgotten. Some hate me, some love me. The world changes, but I will never change. You think you know me, but do you really? Leave me alone, I'm wiser than you, I'm older than you. Let me teach you how to live. Listen to me.
YOU ARE READING
expressing the four seasons
PoetryWhat do you feel? What do you hear? Open your eyes and live. Breath in the air of the different seasons. Secrets covered under sun, fog and rain. Ancient stories that were forgotten. Feelings that fade away. What do you expect from the seasons?
