Seasons Change, We Must Let Go
Autumn is a short-lived memory
Winter was an old, cold-hearted friend turned foe.
Spring was sweet, but even the most beautiful must cry on the rainy days.
The summer, the season of freedom and everlasting life, is the quickest of all.
Our lives are the same, ever-changing unstable seasons.
We keep promises, hope to die, or cross the heart.
But yet again, it isn't our final breath when we bid our goodbyes, the promises never to keep.
We can't cross our hearts, as we walk the cross walk to another side.
We can't stay in one season for eternity, although the notion seems nice.
This poem only reminds me of people. People I miss.
I hope you won't be the next, but I must brace myself.
The leaves of the autumn could whisk you away
The algid weather of the winter could freeze your heart.
The beauty of spring could draw you away.
The summer, could be unpredictable as freedom always is.
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ПоэзияA collection of inspiring poetry (or at least I hope). I am new to the community and I hope that you enjoy my work! Will continue to stories later. ~_~
