Seasons Of Love

There she goes,
Walking by like the brightest most prominent being in your life,
Holding her hands close to her chest,
Caging her heart from the shelter of rain.

There he goes,
Walking by like the closest meaning you have to living,
Wrapped up hands surrounded by pockets,
Caging himself from the intensity of the sun.

There she goes,
Walking towards you,
Like the first snow in winter,
Tender and brittle.

There he goes,
Walking with you,
Like the first signs of love,
Dawning a new summer.


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