Seasons Of Love

By Bach Vo   

Autumn.
Walking down the street
I see the falling leaves
Surfing reluctantly in the cold wind
Sear, yellow leaves.
Just like my soul
Suffering from love
Languish, yellow soul.
Would you leave me like leaves leave tree?

Spring.
Climbing up the hill
I hear the growing leaves
Whispering wakefully in the warm wind
Lively, green leaves
Just like my soul
Healing by love
Fresh, green soul
I still wait. like tree always does.

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