Harmless little thoughts
Soft and tiny pangs
Clueless words that defines,
Everything and nothing
The first feelings of summer...
His thoughts beckoning
Like a savior in a storm
You espy his lean frame
Ever so slowly it shrinks in
These first feelings of winter...
A ghoul from your dreams
One that leaves you empty
Of hunger and devoid of sadness
A void left to be filled
That first feeling of autumn...
Waiting become wanting
Liking becomes longing
As love becomes a must
Misty, these small feelings
Blooms fully,
Our first feeling of spring
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