seasons

Vainglory

Exquisite dendrite
Wishing to be admired
Leapt from
The clouds
In haste
Failing to realize
Her uniqueness
Would be lost
Among the masses.

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Spring

Her scent the flower in its bloom,
Sunshine sparkles in her eyes.
Her skin glistens like morning dew,
And her smile lights the skies.

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Winter

You rob the breath from our lungs.
You steal the moisture from our flesh.
You envy summer bitterly
And take it out on us.

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