You are
so right that it feels wrong
like citrus fruit in January
you are my siren song
sour becomes something sweet
when you linger on it for too long.

Breathing in cold air,
Admiring the white ground,
I count every step.
Each step is a reminder,
if who we were last winter.

summer? i love summer.

summer for me, is not the scorching heat,
it's the light that makes things shine.

it's the time when my inner gloominess is overshadowed by summer's joy,

and the time when the stoic leaves start to giggle because of summer's charm.

not even the dark nights of summer will leave you feeling lonely,

because its loo envelops you in its warmth.

but writing this when just yesterday I was about to faint from the heat of summer, feels symbolic.

like the light of summer hypnotizes you into believing everything's going to be alright,

but hold that thought too long, and you risk losing sight.

and maybe that's why summer ends, to make way for winter.

which leads me to the conclusion that I love summer, because winter exists.

that is nature's way, it's beauty is in its harmony.

and that is why I love winters, as much as I love summers.

Will you remember her?
She was so fun after all!
She laughed by eyes, laughed softly.
She was so light and airly at all.
Will you remember her?

Will you remember her?
She so loved all sunsets,
Loved stars and caught their light!
She ran away in her sleeps some place.
Will you remember her?

Will you remember her?
She so adored winter laugh,
Snowdrifts to be higher, the snow to be white
And bitterlly cold and not in half.
Will you remember her?

You will remember her!
She so loved to love!
She gave of herself wholeheartedly!
She couldn’t live without love!
You will remember her!