I feel the wind blow through my raven hair, and shiver as the wind kisses my cheek, which rosy red proclaims the winter there, upon my days so restless and so meek. I pray that She will shed her icy gown For springtimes sunny dress of floral sweet, And bathe me in the light of sun rays down, which glare in utter stillness of the street. For how I'll live this life I don't know how, With winter's charcoaled smudges laying thick, Upon the blueness of the summer's wow, Where raindrops fall upon my tongue to lick. I speak not of the ever changing sky... But of the love I lack, and tears I cry.
Reason for writing:
Nature is a metaphor for almost anything. The changing seasons
represent the changes in mood, love, no love...
Birth sign: Aries
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