I hate the breeze of SPRING
Melancholy and pain it brings
SUMMER dries all the hope for tomorrow
Explains all the sorrows
WINTER cold defines the feeling
the look in your eyes I'm getting
My last hope fell with the leaf
from the last FALL that you leave
Seasons may come and seasons go
But the wound left I can forgo
I could go thru the pain over again
Squeeze the last drop of sweetness I can gain
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Author:
Erzachi (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Random.\r\nFrom our activity in making a poem.\r\nBecause of the time pressure I can\\\'t think of anything to write.\r\nThough I already have the topic and mood selected.\r\nOriginally it should be about HOPE with CALM as a mood.\r\nBut last minute I changed it to LOVE with SAD mood after seeing a notebook\\\'s spring (wire) 😁.\r\nReminded me of seasons.\r\nSo there you go, my 10minute poem.
- Category: Love
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