Seasonal Change

Rainy days come with doubt
will life be colorful and sunny
like in the good old days?

I sense the gloom of Fall
that I miss so dearly
not as a bitter memory
but as a dream once I lived in.

But this is a distinct season
whose gloom I hate to feel
and I don’t invite
but it creeps back to enlive.

Life goes on.
Seasons change.
Perhaps the feeling is temporary
until I see the beauty of the drizzling water
and my soul has made peace with dreams.


Author: Neny

not your typical mainstream individual. embracing all roles without being confined in one.

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