January 04, 2017


I see the seasons changing
Once again too soon;
The leaves are turning
From lush green to yellow-grey
The Sycamore is in bloom no more
It's strong roots and naked branches
Remind me of our love
That could neither be uprooted
Nor bear flowers,
And of us; you and me
Who just like the seasons,
Couldn't stay for long.

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