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Their love was like the first bloom of spring
fresh, intoxicating.
It was like sunlight warming the earth
gentle, life-giving.
Her soul was the forest after wildfire
scarred, but ready to blossom once more.
His touch grounded her
like bare feet on soft, rich soil.
His curly hair reminded her of clouds
caught in a whirlwind, chaos full of beauty.
His gaze, the deep hue of freshly tilled soil
was full of promise and life.
A love that felt like cool rain on parched earth
soothing, essential.
But as the days grew shorter
their love withered like the last blooms of summer
A fleeting beauty
cherished in the moment
but destined to be released
A love that faded like autumn leaves
beautiful in its decline
but destined to fall.
She didn’t notice the moment it changed
only that winter had begun to speak
and without resistance
she stood in the frost where fire used to be.
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Author:
Beck (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about how love changes, how it blooms, burns, fades, and finally settles into silence. Each season marks a shift, not just in the relationship, but in me. Winter isn’t cold, it’s clear. It’s where I stopped chasing warmth and found peace in the quiet.
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