to be determined..
by zoss in introflection, repost, poésieFour seasons;
Desperation,
inspiration,
hope,
and sour grapes.
Cyclic dreams and reasons;
Fluctuation,
oscillation;
Tide flows,
and ebbs.
How many more eons?
(It’s only natural-
I know,
but,
for how many more eons?)
The soul tires, but not Love.
The soul tires, but not from Love.
Isn’t this reason enough,
to love thee, Love?
