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Count on the seasons of love.


Count the days of love

will you call it bright or dark.

It seems like the spring

Fresh, blooming

in every part of your soul.

even the colours of rainbow would fail

To mark the glorious hues it spreads.

or would you call it Autumn

the valediction leaves you vulnerable

the fade-ness of colors, the lost of merriment

the whole world seems crumbling

was it of any worth?

or would you call it winter

leaving behind a frozen heart

cracks all over, coldness and numbness from head to toe.

love has its own season

never know in which you may apt to

from loveliness to nothingness

is all a journey, like the 365 days of thee.



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