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I thought I knew what love was:
feeling the dying summer sun’s kiss on my warmth-craving skin;
when the earth feels like a warm embrace to my bare feet,
the air tastes like reminiscing.
Love like a spring fever, turning cold and winterish so slowly,
so gradually I can hardly tell that the season’s changing at all,
as autumn results in a fall;
that’s all I know.
April invites the mountains,
the rivers and birds May call for attention,
on the brink of the most beautiful destruction and preparation,
enough to be felt within my bones;
the sun on my skin like a lover gazing into my eyes,
trying to tell me something true,
this is what autumn is:
the breeze gently asking this world
are you ready?
Make the most of me.
Green sprouts of hope,
blue skies of purity;
it really is so simple!
Creation at its finest,
tainting memories with its beauty.
Love, like fall, doesn’t always stay
a bittersweet taste;
but heartbreak is cared for in the sweetest way,
Fall in love.
Fall:
the years March into the past, but fall
is always just around the corner,
to sweeten the break,
to soften the ache,
to gently heal the pain
and remind me that beginnings
sometimes start with a fall,
to take me deeper
and deeper;
to give courage
for the winter.
Because love lingers
where I least expect...
and fall reflections
will once again
lift my spirits.
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- olivia jane