Seasons.

 

She was the Spring.
Her tantalizing voice
made flowers blooming
and birds singing
in rejoice.

She was the Summer.
A mixture of love
and infectious laughter;
Brighter and warmer
than the sun above.

She was the Autumn.
Like a fallen dead leaf,
withered and forgotten,
she plunged to the bottom
of the pit of disbelief.

She is the Winter.
Cold devoured her whole;
That even the winter
could learn from her
frostbitten soul.

 

V.A.C.W.
06:37

 

A long, harsh winter has come.
It might seem endless for now.
But,
No winter last forever;
No spring skips its turn.

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