Winter
Watching him, staring
Looking at him.
Smiling and pining for that smile back.
Like the Earth pines for the heat of the sun,
I pine for his warmth.
And soon, summer comes.
His heat and his joy bring my flowers in to bloom!
How prosperous I am now,
Now that he is around.
How prosperous that I am!
But all does wilt.
I saw him,
Watched him,
Felt him staring.
Though, not at me.
My flowers fell out of bloom,
And my leaves dropped.
Winter again.
Shalt I love no more?
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