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Fast approaching winter
but I’ve never liked the weather
when snow hits the ground.
I much prefer the sunshine
and the summer heat
melting everything in its path.
Such sad prose finding its way
in the melody and the harmony
of a song like his and hers.
Autumn showers like spring
gazed upon the winds of the west.
Much more than tomorrow
and yesterday becoming like today.
I’ve escaped the vast majority
turning into a cyclone of the winds.
I am a wise bird but not like the ones
you read in magazines and newspapers.
I’m more of the girl who had nothing
to lose but herself in the rays
of the sunlight coming from above.
The process of becoming
is like Autumn showers without the rainbow
after we’ve done things recklessly.
Cheated in games and exams.
It was something we’ve both done
but it means nothing if we love
the things that come by within the day.
Forty years of your life was spent
waiting on someone like me
to love and to hold in the night.