winter
in winter's silence,
my heart is heavy,
a lonely symphony in the icy depths.
the moon hangs low,
a distant guide,
as loneliness seeps, I silently hide.
but I am not unhappy!
it's just right.
you'll someday understand.
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4 seasons of me
PoetryOthers write only the good, others only the bad...this is the place for those who felt both. Who loved and hated. A Journey, through a year of my Life. Winter (lonely). Spring (finding). Summer (love). Fall (losing). One year. Four seasons. One...
