cerebral seasons

purple grey

 

the frost eclipses

the sick sun, sure to succumb

to the wonderland

 

red orange

 

the leaves grow tired

of the same old scene, i know

how it feels to lose

 

yellow green 

 

dusty in my lungs

recycled air infiltrates

the sun is setting

 

orange yellow

 

sick sun, sweltering 

heat, heavy on my eyelids

suffocating me

 

 

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