SPRING
we pick petels
from flowers
we lay in the grass
SUMMER
we hid from
the sun
we make love
in the night
FALL
we count the stars
we visit the dead
WINTER
we die in the snow...
Now i can lay frozen forever
just my suicide lover and me.
Very deep expression...raw imagery gives this the added darkness it paints keep penning....you're very talented jon
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I would like to translate this poem
seasons of love, love worth celebrating..keep up good work :)