Seasons

You’re the type of summer that gives birth to new feelings and warmth

Giving bloom and burning heat to the loneliest of fields

I am the overbearing winter that makes loneliness stark and cold deeper

Overlooking with a reminder of absence and things lost

But please let's not be just like these passing seasons that make us

Slow down and don’t overgrow me with your change

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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