Love is seasons

Love is seasons

Don’t stare at the mirror with disdain
Love is always known from pain
Life made better with a precious stain
Something that stays of whatever remains

If purity was hidden somewhere in white smoke
Mercy would find us every time that I spoke
Flowers like grass won’t grow inside you
You pluck only one and ‘hurt’ will find you

And mistakes you will make a thousand
No matter even steps of caution
But care not where it darts
For Love is seasons, it ends and starts.

Arti Arlene Martyris

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