Bring Back My Sun

Seasons shift as you change;
Like the switch of your name;
As you fall to the ground with the leaves.
The strong fort on our land;
That you built with your hands;
It is melting away as I grieve.
The weak blooming buds grow;
Through the cracks in the snow;
But they leave me all broke and naïve.
And the heat from the sun;
As it warms everyone;
Still does not bring you closer to me.

Published by notapeepbutlotsofpaper

A silent voice with lots to say. I speak with pens to stay away.

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