winter
their eyes meet, a language all their own,
a silent conversation, deeply known.
they share secrets, whispered in the night,
while I long for a partner, to hold me tight.
- no, i am enough!
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4 seasons of me
PoesíaOthers 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...
am i not?
winter
their eyes meet, a language all their own,
a silent conversation, deeply known.
they share secrets, whispered in the night,
while I long for a partner, to hold me tight.
- no, i am enough!
