My springs autumnal
And my summers are wintering
You’d never know the season I’ve left behind or now entering
Likely winter-long co-exists in with the spring
As the Autumn shade in a summer dress, manifests to a real thing
These seasons with no rules
Give them some kind of order
But my spring is autumnal
If you ever cross my border
He was all of eighteen summers,
She: just seventeen short winters.
In love; he connected fully with spring,
In love; her longing best served in autumn.
Together they lasted all but four seasons.
And yet years later; as they recall,
They’re split was for no reason at all.
All thanks to a lens in your eyes,
when the sun outlines the horizon.
A sunset: no different to a sunrise,
just something to keep your eyes on.
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