A Thousand Times...

         Seasons came........and passed me by,
   i lived...and i died
       a thousand times     
 maybe even more
   They come, and they go,
    amidst celebrations
cold winds
smiles
   fires and ice
quivers, and shivers
   joys, storms  
droughts,
dreary hours,
leaving
        cramped hearts.  
   
     Still, i breathe      
...i look up...
inhale fresh hopes
new beginnings
and from these fresh starts
again shall arise
cold winds
smiles
   fires and ice
quivers, and shivers
   joys, storms  
droughts,
dreary hours,
while i, again
silently
 die  
   a thousand times
   even more
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Sally


Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan