Four Seasons
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Where the deity is seated upon contemplation
In search of solitude where thoughts is the only companion
What am I longing for?
Suddenly the surroundings is filled with obscurity
PART I
Cupid’s bow spoke to me
Its Honduran mahogany
Cut piece by piece
And carved into shape
Etched with a design
Spring, winter, summer and fall.
I wish I could stop and collect them all.
They're here for a while and gone soon after.
They're full of tears and full of laughter.
Summer brings thoughts of beaches and fun,
She dances with an icy heart,
cold, unyielding to rays of light.
She creeps up, plants a kiss upon your cheek,
A forgotten lover
leaving traces of frostbite in her wake.
There is no beating in her chest;
