In summer she watched the sun seethe from her window,
In autumn she resembled the lifeless leaves that crunched beneath her feet,
In winter her heart was much colder than the snow that fell from the sky,
In spring she wished to be full of life like the plants that bloomed in her garden,
In between, however, she was dejected, lifeless, falling further everyday.
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Dejected
PoetryShe was like the leaves in Autumn, Falling with the wind, She did not fall out of curiosity, She did not fall happily, She fell with dejection.
