Seasons in my writings
just like the seasons in my head.
Sometimes it rains.
Sometimes it's too heated
to taste.
Sometimes it's just like
falling autumn;
Too old to stick close to my soul.
Sometimes it's too suffocating
Just like arcane rooms.
Sometimes, it's too cloudy;
Confusing like the
optical illusions.
And, now, I'm too
unstable,
Bleeds like a cascade.
Still, helpless to find a word!
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