The Four Seasons

The Poet

He saw, a testimonial.. from someone.
He opened it, and he got dragged into a place so extraordinary..
The four seasons were within 20 feet from each other..

He stepped forward to spring..
The thought of rebirth, renewal and regrowth filled his head..
He was born,
He was new as he got up from his fantasy bed,
Everything started to heal, as before it was torn.

Then, summer.. next to it..
He felt so warm..
He was melting inside, and out.
He could barely breathe, like a sweet corn,
And when he could.. feeling that bliss, was all about.

Autumn, came next..
When he saw what was around him..
Every nerve inside him seemed to come loose..
He had this peaceful pill inside his heart..
That going through him was light beams.

Winter he experiences last..
Cool wind, was brushing all over his hair..
He thought he saw an angel somewhere..
Her perfect features and skin, so fair..
Without a desire? He couldn't bear.


After that, he looked up into the sky..

As he got pulled up there,
No one else that leaving this place,
Felt such disgrace,
His footsteps in winter was a tear,
He left that realm, without a trace..

Maybe not, but i think I'm blind,

I don't know why,
This got poured out my mind,
No anticipation? A sign of shy..
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