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Infatuation is ever fleeting,
as a cloud drifting by. Like
a tree developing buds, then
leaves turning from green to
gold, then brown.
Finally the wind blows them
to the ground. They lay there
returning to the earth and
they are gone.
As a lady changing her attire.
Putting on and taking off her
make-up, so is infatuation.
Ever changing like the seasons
from warm to hot, then cool
finally cold.
Cool in the Spring, warming
for Summer, hot and passionate.
Autumn winds tend to cool off
To prepare for the icy gusts
of winter.
Images of what was, but is no
more. a changing emotion.

copyright heather burns