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Seasons change Poem

I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

Seasons Change

Our relationship blew over

Like the wind on trees.

Was I just a clover

Crushed by the large oceans

Of your eyes’ powerful gaze.

What of the life we had?

Were we just in the cruel maze Of life,

between a good and a bad?


Our threads undone

Our eyes unwon.

Cautious lies,

like knives

My heart is bleeding

For the loss of yours.

But as the wind leaves

Every season, I too will

Move on and find another

Tree to bend.

© 2019 Wendy Engela