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Spring,

When the moon and sun share their hours,

I met a woman in the suns translucent coolness,

As the grasses grow greener,

We’ve grown onto each other.

We were strangers.

Summer,

When the sun is at its brightest,

I met a woman,

Whose hair shine brighter than the eye could see,

As the leaves rest,

So would we,

We’ve became friends.

Winter,

When the night was out,

And the sun was just a mere glimpse.

I met a woman,

Whose eyes are more beautiful than the moon,

As the night come out and it became cold,

We would cuddle.

We’ve become one.

Fall,

When the leaves start to vanish…

So did she,

As the time passes by,

So did she,

All those times I spent with her,

Vanished within a blink of an eye,

We’ve become strangers.

As all these seasons just repeat

I search for her

The love I have lost

Nothing…

The season always repeats

Over and over

These are my memories

-Arjon   Ramirez