The color of the leaves is changing
no longer green, but leaning towards brown
the wind is blowing stronger than a hurricane
but the heat remains sizzling, hotter than ever.
Rain falls, but no longer crystal clear
it is a murky mockery to the fresh that it used to be.
Time will not stop, the rush of the ocean will still be heard
the stars stand guard over the dark, angry gloomy sky
the momento of stability, hope and all that is beautiful
I am paralyzed by the rush of emotion,
swamped by that one never ending feeling of you,
knowing that time will not change this anticipation
This knowing,
that long after the colours have turned gray
the light within your soul shall still light up my own
And together we will be stronger
long after the seasons have defied
and changed all that is dear and familiar
Your star shall shine brightest and all roads will always lead
right back to you
The rain shall fall, hurricanes will rage, the sun shall smoke and
sizzle, the cold will blast with ice for veins
Storms, floods, ideology, time, distance, illusions,
lies....................
All roads will always lead right back to you
Defying the winds of change
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