My paradigm

Only they can pen jolly
Who can submit to his heart.
I can afford no such folly,
For many a secret might be persuaded by words
A few past memories, the incessasant fall,
The occasional Spring and Summer warmth or may be all


If I had to let it be known,
My existence questioned, truth be shown?
Let the flower bloom sheltered away from the world brutal
They are mine alone. Pain or joy, simply beautiful!

To have loved and lost

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Love is a season.
Spring for some,
Winter for many...


For me though,
It is perpetual
Unceasing Autumn


Every vibrant moment
Deciduous and crumbling
And crushed within two winks

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