Seasons and love

How beautiful it is to see the leaves on trees dancing to the will of the wind on warm summer’s night.

To see them and have them remind me of everything we once were. Lovers swaying to love’s will.

It was divine, it was exquisite, it was us.

Now here we stand in the autumn of our relation. Chilly, but not cold.

Leaves falling. Colours turning, love changing, green to brown.

Winter is coming. Will we have another spring? Will we dance again?


I should be sleeping…


About obialone
I'm random and unwise. I'm always seeking wisdom in its simplest form. I'm scared of not being scared, so I find ways to terrify myself. I care about everything, and I'm interested in all things. I reserve the right to change my mind, anytime. So in most cases I find it best to humble my opinion

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