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The Sound of Seasons

Updated on February 26, 2017

The cold feeds the quiet;

tears harden to white,

and the noise hides away

for to save its heat,

yearning the longer days.


That white blanket

covers us through the long nights:

cold and clean,

silent and pristine,

inviting the quiet to stay


Whispers arise amidst the quiet,

the blanket thins and falls away.

Louder the whispers become

until there is no sound,

just noise.


The noise has its day:

bountiful in the heat,

storing nothing, sharing everything,

loud with joy,

chaotic and friendly.


Tears one day fall,

muting the noise,

washing away the heat,

shortening the days,

announcing the coming of the quiet.

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      whonunuwho 2 months ago from United States

      Thank you for sharing this changing of the seasons my friend.whonu

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