Saison Poem by guillermo veloso

Saison



This old soul born alone in the world
Here is the final misshapen blossom of this flower
Flawed in Its execution
These winds are relentless but comforting
They scour the false sweetness of summer
I long for this season when the field is level
For the happy and the melancholy

Friday, October 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: seasons
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