13. Four Seasons of Love
It was spring when we met.
Love is like a budding of flowers.
It is starting to bloom and grows.
Our love is starting to develop.
The warmth of our hugs and fiery passion for each other.
Even our exploration of different places and making memories together.
Just like endless compassion,
Ah, it is summer.
In the fall, just like how leaves start to crumble.
The golden sunset is starting to show off a hint of something.
As the leaves fall gently, we are also falling apart.
Our love is starting to collapse.
And it was winter.
Cold enough to make me shiver.
We tried to fix everything.
But the coldness could never be healed by our love that freezes with time.
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Snow without Winter
Non-FictionSnow without Winter is a collection of poems that may reflect on the agony of love, the complexities of love that are not returned, exploring the feelings of hope, despair, and everything in between. From the initial spark of attraction to the ache...
