I remember how you felt like
the last puff of sweet April Spring
in the midst of
a stinging cold December breeze,
filling my lungs with your fleeting heat.

I remember being robbed of breath
the very next moment I breathed.
Walls of my insides instantly veneered
in piercing ice sheets,
once your essence had vaporised
from the surface of my skin.

And here I thought
seasons lasted longer than blizzards.

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How my spirits soar when a terrible storm ends without death or injury!

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Torrential rains after the blizzards
Fallen leaves crossing the rivers
Silt on banks swampy shimmers
Summers die drowning in waters

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In the Season of Blizzards, leaves are shedding dry & complaining about the Strength of the Branch but are not observing the Strength of their own Petiole that they never care about.

In this Season of Blizzards, I may Learnt some, n Changed much both Dark & Light. But now, I have felt the only true connection with Old Branches those which never let me Fall & that New One can never possess.

Thanx to my Old Branches who are irreplaceable. Thank u 🤟🏻

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