Winter, Winter, Winter,
You know I don’t love you anymore.
We had our time together and it was grand.
Evenings by the fireside and warm bowls of soup.
But I have moved on I don’t love you anymore.
Oh don’t pout. It doesn’t have to be like that.
Can’t we leave each other in a mature fashion.
Put down that icy wind and frozen landscape.
Its over now. Over.
I’ve moved on. I love Spring now.
What I have with Spring is real.
I deserve to be happy don’t I.
Oh don’t start a hurricane. It’s not necessary.
Spring and I have true love.
She’s warm and I can walk in the park with her.
She brings the flowers out and the chirping birds.
I’m sorry Winter it’s over now.
Let’s try for an amicable divorce.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Comments1
Great read. I read it again and reached inside and found an inner power that directs reader to the details that were no accident.
Thank so much.Its always an insightful comment from you compadre.
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