MariaOdet
Season changes and so are you
Weather can be predicted but sometimes prediction goes wrong too.
Like the way you tell me you like me but you dont love me
Like the way we used to bloom but suddenly the wind blew us apart away from the land that is ours.
Like the flowers that bloom on cement i patiently wait for love to grow on roots between us.
Spaces and weeds that keep us away are mere pest that we have to live with everyday
when our roots strengthen and the moon blesses me and you
Then we will have a forever and a day longing loving tenderly.
And when our season to bloom once again I'll never regret to be blewn and bloom again.because our season love was the most wonderful thing i can and we will ever have