you know I love you,

when the trees,

shed their leaves in spring,

when the tender branches,

let the snow reside on their body,

or may be when I spend my days,

lying flat on ice cubes,

or churning on burning coals,

that feel like the petals,

of the sweetest rose,

or the endless dark nights,

that seem decorated,

with  brightest of the fireworks,

or the thirst,

that builds each day,

with every breath and every sigh,

at the lips of the river,

of all those moments,

where seasons changed at a glance,

staying conscious,

felt like harm’s way,

seasons of prayers,

seasons of harmony,

seasons of you and me..

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