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Jasmina
Poems
Oct 2013
Seasons of Lingering
Once upon a time,
I felt cold breeze
whispering me something.
It was hard to decipher-
so, I thought to myself
βI must be imagining things againβ.
It was summer,
the Sun was trying to burn my pale skin.
I was hiding,
still not crying.
Then, it was autumn.
It was my birthday.
My springtime.
When I get born again.
Only butterflies around me.
But, just when I would try to understand.
They would die.
All of them.
I still linger here.
Alone.
Confused.
How many seasons yet to pass,
For me to feel endless, everlasting grass.
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