Wasted Seasons 

Pale day, everything hidden behide the clouds, on occasions  the sun cracked the clouds to gives off array of ulviotent colors.

 The warmth of the wind a gentle caress upon my skin  as I inhale the sweet scent of honeysuckle & jasmine caught in the unatural breezes of spring seasons

I think back to those seasons I lost which I made so many reasons not to spend with Lizzie B.

I cry with tears of regret wishing to retrieve  those wasted seasons


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