Full Circle

kisses blown into an east wind
taking away the petals of tulips
dewy droplets on ancient trees
leaves basking under a spring sun

rustle of fallen sticks and branches
golden colors of a burning autumn
the sleep and retreat of trees and flowers
a graveyard of a forest, of yellow grass

whispers of stories of a summery beach
the awakening of hushed silent gardens
the rise of salty fragrance
the embrace of a sun pecked skin

then a silence like ice cold descends
on a white kingdom of snow
hollow winds and omnious nights
icicles of frozen hisses stinging your skin

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