I miss the Summer's rain on my face
Replaced by frigid drops of Winter's scorn.
Seasons change as torn sheets, erratic and rigid,
Become soft and delicate, yet no less unpredictable
And I realize
Everything is different, but nothing changes.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 4:41 PM UTC
I miss the Summer's rain on my face
Replaced by frigid drops of Winter's scorn.
Seasons change as torn sheets, erratic and rigid,
Become soft and delicate, yet no less unpredictable
And I realize
Everything is different, but nothing changes.
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