Seasons of Love

The Summer's warm
Easy to feel appeased
The Winter's cold as ice
Like when one's been decieved
Solid , frozen , draining of energies
Of which now comes spring
The skeptical in-between
Suspicion from the frosts nips and bites
Known betrayal and abandonment
From the lone and quite nights
Oh Summer , If you come again
Come in different light
I'd rather live day to day in overcast
Seeing wrong from right
I prefer what's real over artificial light
Nature's pebbles to asphalt
It's really quiet a shame
For I know nothing of you
Other than your name

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