Language without
poems
is like
garden
without flowers.

Flowers add beauty to the garden,
likewise,
Poems add beauty to the language.

I carry the
cruelty of Winter

Bleeds through all
of the seasons

Stops at your
heated Summer lips

My frostbitten lips
fear a kiss

The cold follows
with no reasons

Warm shivery sensation
like a splinter

On my mind
At the thought

Of both seasons
Meeting at once