Seasons pass by,
Summer, spring,
Winter, autumn,
When last did I see you?
Speeding through,
Season after season,
Years pile up like dead leaves,
How long has it been?
My breath would have stopped,
If not for that autumn breeze,
The same as the one when we met,
I look for it every year.
The wind, atmosphere reminding me,
Surviving just one more day,
Just more year,
Hoping that one day, that autumn breeze
Will bring you to me...
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Poetry Stash
PuisiPoetry of emotion, life and it's experiences.... Credit to artists for the pictures used. This is not my own pictures but my own poems.
