We somehow seem to think the other can guess what we're thinking (eg. your blog post==). So, this is for you! To interpret! Let's see what you can get from this poem I wrote. Hm Hm ^^
Seasons
Pale blue sky,
Morning glow,
Yet the air is dry,
Why is the waking of the land so slow?
Threading on fresh grass,
Vibrant hues,
Blossoms of the new,
But still the blades scar me as I pass,
Pulling me back to what I thought was lost,
Colours fade as I try to hold on,
Fragile petals with the wind gone,
All fading with time due
Scorching sun up high,
Mocking me as I blindly go by,
Yet the chill is here,
Something dreadful approaching I fear.
Holding my hands up high,
Reaching out to grasp,
What has already died.
A shower of yellow,
Raining red,
None my fellow,
One spirit’s dead.
Stuck on the cold,
Here comes the snow,
Warmth I try to withhold,
Like water it will flow.
I hear the wind blowing,
See the sun blazing,
Feel the Earth growing,
But why am I fading?
Seasons revolve,
One to the other,
Yet nothing gets resolve,
Here will repeat again another.
The warmth is here,
Yet I feel cold,
The sky is clear,
But why is my world so uncontrolled?
The Earth is growing,
The times are changing,
But I’m still dying,
My spirit is wilting.
Observer at the stand,
As this heart starts to wear
Regret is the end
I will never be anywhere.
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