Love is a most fickle playmate
.
I used to love April the most
But time has passed in silence
And I’m falling for Winter now
.
Soft white ashes, like eye lashes
Brush innocently along my cheeks
And I’m moved, in a silent thunder
.
The sudden whisk of cold air passing
Unexpectedly steals my breath away
I’m lost for words, and so much too say
.
Walking aimlessly everyday, anywhere I go
I feel the sun rays rush of caressing warmth
Clasping my hand, as she quietly tag along
.
If I close my eyes just long enough
I can hear her whispers speaking
Promising me all her love to keep
.
I used to love April… but she left me in the summer.
.
Poet of the Light © 2020
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