Winter caresses.Summer chokes with its heat hold,Fall is memories.
The world spins slowerA last breath for the silent.Next time you should speak!
Time was I felt drained.Now I jump through many hoopsLanding on my feet.
The clock is ticking.What is it they used to say?‘You can’t think forwards’.
Watching the moonlight.Blinded briefly by the glare,Expansive power.
Girl, where did you go?The colour draining from my life.Frail, I fail, weeping.