Orange, red, lilac and white. Green, green and birds squarking instead of tweeting. They take in what little sun there is to absorb to defrost their little wings. Silence and the sound of Latin American music slicing, cutting through the cold with its dance moves. My heart and hands behold the cold. A feeling of desperation at the end of summer or autumn as they would call it. The overwhelming feeling that winter has dawned on me. I dream of sun, spring and the light heart feel of birds chirping. I want to sing, I want to cry and yet I behold the reality that is. Winter, you have arrived. As unwelcome as I would like to make you feel, I love you still for with you comes a promise that you too shall pass and another spring and another summer. I can only dream of you gone and live with you knowing full well that you are like the end that I dream of. Far off.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Jun 2013 06:54:33 +0000
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