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Seasons of the Heart

Poetry By: Ousma

A poem comparing love to the seasons. This is for someone who is starting to melt the ice off my guarded frozen heart.

Submitted:Mar 30, 2011    Reads: 90    Comments: 8    Likes: 4   

Seasons of the Heart
My lips are cold
My heart is dead
Winter has its hold
In my soul, in my head
He left me here
On my own
Abandoned in this frozen tundra
A sea of white and ice
Trapped in this deathly cage of winter
Succumbing to this inner frostbite
Abruptly, the ice beings to splinter
Wet and dripping beneath sudden sunlight
I raise my face to the sky
The warmth on my skin
Making me feel like I can fly
I tremble from the release within
Blades of grass burst from receding snow
A bird flies by in full song
Streams of icemelt begin to flow
My prison shatters and my heart beats strong
You found me here
Abandoned in this desolate blizzard
You took my hand
Thwarting glaciers advancing on my heart
Now the warmth of spring is everywhere
My world is full of newborn life
The smell of flowers fills the air
Blooming hope from roots of strife
Is there summer in the future?
I don't care
You saved me from my winter
And spring has never looked so fair.


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