the changing season bring a changing heart
as I can no longer try to prophesies
the days where I will smile
the need to feel something is overwhelmed
with the urge to be more than the second thought
sliding from your minds eye
As the leafs turn gold and become brittle master peices
so to my heart forms cracks that
with the first rainning tears will wither away
the wishing and wanting and needing is all so much effort gone
like the morning sunlights bright rays in winter, yet summers beginning
will not find this mended half the way of the leafs
and still the turning of the season completes the cycle
from fear to love to pleasure to pain and back to the seeds of longing hope
that one day the bloom will not fade as the leaves in the autumn sun
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