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soft seasons

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Published: Sep 3, 2015

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_{The warm ocean air starts to fade away ->>
making room for the gentle blooming autumn colours.

Leaves of red orange and yellow,
as the paradise of the warm sun
fades away more and more.

Piles of colour arise in yellowing grasses
trees shedding their colourful skins and
allowing drops of the cold rain to weave
into its twisty and barren branches.

The world starts to turn ;
twist in ways it hadn't before -
as the cold laces in subtly.

The gentleness and early darkness of starry skies,
the whiteness of snow gently blankets grounds everywhere.

Lights of all colour shine in-sync with the glorious
moon and its small stars ;

Intricate flakes of snow drift in parting from
the foggy skies ; clouded with a filmy grey.

As the cold says goodbye,
beauty is welcomed.

Soft pink petals bloom as the buoyant spring
comes into play.

Gorgeous skies ;
enough rain to keep the plants
from a tragic wilt.

The rain pitters down
rhythmically,
gently,
kindly -

The clear skies seem
to be the favourited time
for most of a young age.

The clear sky
blue, and wide -
goes on for miles and miles.

Mountains are visible very distantly
like painted backdrops on a canvas.

Cold is rare,
as is quiet.

Seasons shall come and go,
leaving but not a single trace
of their existence behind.

The cycle repeats ;
decades, centuries, generations to come -
all that reminisce that certain time.

The time of bright clear skies and warm sun,
maybe, the gentle and breezy flow of autumn,
or the cold snow of winter,
perhaps the beauty of the balanced spring.

Times do not last forever -
memories will cling.

O, if the times depart
not to return for so very long,
then why can't we just...

...Pretend?}