summer,
love known only to us:
no real
witnesses nor pictures.
fall,
of our friendship:
arguments
of an old married couple.
winter,
cold shoulder:
bittersweet memories
of summer love.
Author notes
Spring hasn't arrived. Not yet. I pray for spring to come, bringing with it life.
A contest entry
- a lack of words by freestallion.
600 points, ended January 29, 18 entries
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