When the north starts
firing the bullets of
Chilled gentle breeze,
A magnifying numbness
on my body
Freezes my delight;
Restlessness captures
my peace
To cool and freeze,
And the despair grows
in width and increases
In height.
The greenness is lost
to brown hues,
The nakedness of
thickets now embarrasses
My reason to smile,
And withholds my
expectation to see your presence.
This cold,
This numbness
symbolizes the end.
The end of the season
and reason to have you in eye.
The emptiness created
by your absence shall
Fill my presence,
The freezing breeze
shall warm my morn and eve;
Lest my lips reunite
to undress a simple smile,
I shall but wait for
the next start to begin.
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