I miss you,
Like I miss
The falling snow at yuletime.
Fresh, white, dullness out of sight.
The sunshine on a midsummer's day
Warm, sensual energy, radiating light.
The warmth of an open fire
Desirable flames burning fiercly away.
The white frost on a cold winter's day
Icicles slowly melting away.
The burnt out leaves in autumn
Fate decides where they will stay.
The buds rearing their heads in Spring
Freshness, bright bouncing into sight
I miss spring, summer, autumn, winter
Without you.
2 comments:
Bein' sad is not allowed in my presence. So yer'd better not be or else!! Nice poem though...
OK Mr 4D! Instructions understood.
Cheers for the compliment about my poem. :)
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