cerebral seasons

purple grey


the frost eclipses

the sick sun, sure to succumb

to the wonderland


red orange


the leaves grow tired

of the same old scene, i know

how it feels to lose


yellow green 


dusty in my lungs

recycled air infiltrates

the sun is setting


orange yellow


sick sun, sweltering 

heat, heavy on my eyelids

suffocating me




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