Seasons Poem by Sameer Mecheri

Seasons



The music
That was composed
Through your toe by me -
Spring.

The goose pimples
That flourished
When I nested on the back of your neck -
Winter.

The drizzle
That appeared
When I ate your words greedily -
Rainy.

The void
That was formed
When our locked hands died out -
Summer.

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