Where does this story lie?
Your heart's summers last forever,
But can't stand the harsh winters of my soul.
In my spine, runs a fever
A wicked thunder's call.
Your warm eyes meet my icy glare,
My heart dances in rise and falls.
Seasons never merge together,
You're here or nowhere at all.
YOU ARE READING
An Anamnesis Of Spring √
PoetryI do not blame the rain for my tears. - Complete YT Spring Book Awards 2021 winner #33 in poems 3.22.21 #25 in poetry 12.10.22