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  • _falguni_ 14w

    I guard this spring from the autumn's wreath.
    Seasons of change are on their way.
    A bittersweet separation it is.
    When the windmill halts for a minute
    To embrace the autumn wind
    And to let go this seedtime's zenith.

    The spring leaves love notes for the fall.
    Like a lover on a voyage to a foreign land.
    It leaves the sakura blooms in those notes
    Which turn gold on their way to autumn.

    A dried tear, a hint of spilled ink
    And some unsaid words
    Mark this autumn's heart.
    From blue to red,from red to gold
    The cycle goes on

    The willows sigh, the daffodils dry
    Whilst fleeting through changes of time.