• sahnah 6w

    I kept some uncherished
    memories of the past
    autumns with some withered
    leaves to spread some orange
    tint on my metaphors breathing
    in my bleeding stanzas.

    I kept some uncherished
    memories of the past
    summer to quench the bitter
    heat thirst I swallowed when
    the blazing sun burned my
    poetries.

    I kept some uncherished
    memories of the past
    spring behind my blooming
    scars to give birth to some
    new syllables to complete
    my doleful ballads.

    I kept some uncherished
    memories of the past
    winter to chill my blistering
    emotions baking some fake
    hopes in those dead verses.

    //And the seasons never
    come alone//


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