Sunken within this lonely swamp
Upwards look still scanning for a ramp
Diverse paths nonetheless clinging to obsolete stance
If I die today, know of this rant
This tragic mantra has conformed to my tune
Wherever you are must be a joy
If no harmony, you would have come running back
Maybe it's me
I'm a bitter loser
At least reveal how triumphant you've evolved
Substantial fondness never dies
I reckon of you in tinges of summer
When the sun scorches, my sweat drops purposefully.
Winter comes in wrath
I resent the silent prickles of frostbites
My emotions of you deliver warmth
My desolate hiding place
May never be home anyhow.
Spring up the golden sickness
The season of love
Glimpsing petals and roses kills inside
What is love, if you don't retain it
The return of the sun each day powers me.
Keep hoping, such a dream may live again
Gone too soon, a time traveler
Maybe we meet again with the next direct sun axis.
Life truly has never been the same, my love. The
Thursday, February 25, 2021