The Seasons

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Time did fly real fast, baby!
Only yesterday...:z58:

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Surely and beautifully, you've captured my heart, dear Yup!
I could laugh joyfully with you when we're happy...
I could cry wholeheartedly with you when we're sad...
And when we got stuck inside our shelter during those winter storms through seasons,
we ate, we danced then we hummed & whined freely & noisily together...

You've never ever disappointed my spirit.
ILY, Yup!
Always.

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Here comes the rain again...again...again...:z58:

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Tôi đang mơ giấc mộng dài...*

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Yes, my lovely Belle, there must be more than this provincial life...
There's that bittersweet Beast who cherishes the kindliness of your heart!:z58:

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LIEBESTRAUM - NOTTURNO N°3
Khatia Buniatishvili

Dear March***

Dear March, come in
How glad I am
I hoped for you before
Put down your hat
You must have walked
How out of breath you are
Dear March, how are you, and the rest
Did you leave nature well
Oh March, come right upstairs with me
I have so much to tell

I got your letter, and the birds
The maples never knew that you were coming
I declare - how red their faces grew
But March, forgive me
And all those hills you left for me to hue
There was no purple suitable
You took it all with you

Who knocks? That April
Lock the door
I will not be pursued
He stayed away a year to call
When I am occupied
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That blame is just as dear as praise
And praise as mere as blame

Emily Dickinson
(1830 - 1886)

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I strived for his singing heart.
She sighed for his swinging body.
I lost. She won.
What the reason?
Ah, somehow, I did forget that his heart stationed inside his body.
It could not sing without that lively swinging art:z58:

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“It is a splendid thing to think that the woman you really love will never grow old to you. Through the wrinkles of time, through the mask of years, if you really love her, you will always see the face you loved and won. And a woman who really loves a man does not see that he grows old; he is not decrepit to her; he does not tremble; he is not old; she always sees the same gallant gentleman who won her hand and heart. I like to think of it in that way; I like to think that love is eternal. And to love in that way and then go down the hill of life together, and as you go down, hear, perhaps, the laughter of grandchildren, while the birds of joy and love sing once more in the leafless branches of the tree of age.”

Robert Ingersoll - The Liberty of Man, Woman and Child


*That was what I truly believed @mytwentiethyear.
I'm not sure of it anymore. Aren't you still, love?

A March Snow*

Let the old snow be covered with the new
The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden
Let it be hidden wholly from our view
By pure white flakes, all trackless and untrodden
When Winter dies, low at the sweet Spring's feet
Let him be mantled in a clean, white sheet

Let the old life be covered by the new
The old past life so full of sad mistakes
Let it be wholly hidden from the view
By deeds as white and silent as snowflakes

Ere this earth life melts in the eternal Spring
Let the white mantle of repentance fling
Soft drapery about it, fold on fold
Even as the new snow covers up the old

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
(1850 - 1919)

*In memory of the first snow of first encounter with reality.
A hostile stage creates a hostile audience. Indeed.