Budding love entraps
your heart,
And fresh life
creeps between your toes.
The morning air is
your fresh start.
Scents of sunlight
touch your nose.
Every day brings
clearer skies.
You bask in
daylight--a tender smile.
No hellos and no
goodbyes,
Because you stay
there all the while.
Falling colors coat
the ground.
Walking, death
around the bend.
Crunching life makes
constant sound.
One farewell you cry
to send.
Frosty chills creep
up your spine,
And frigid secrets
reach your ears.
You seem to think it
is a sign
From your silence
all those years.
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