Written by: Lynn Tian
Edited by: Shruti Shaji
I. Spring’s Promises
Dusk rains on the whispering willow,
Life awakens, trees blooms in tender
Below, a child emerges from the shallows,
Within, a chill deep and hollow.
Spring promises life; it promises growth,
Around him, life swears oath to renew,
Yet the branches are brittle and glum.
While within, the soul succumbs.
He watches petals drift through the air with ease
His specter echoes, wails amidst vibrant leaves,
A smile faint and worn, struggling to please
Lost in spring’s embrace, where he silently grieves.
II. Summer’s Sun
Under the summer’s blaze, laughter rings true and clear.
He steps through the grass, slow and insincere,
Warmth floods the land, reaching every heart,
All but his, remaining shrouded and torn apart.
The sun casts its merciless light,
Illuminating all but one child’s plight.
Clouds gather, veils of mournful rain,
His world trapped by an unseen chain.
Summer’s sun glares– its truth cuts deep,
In his eyes, the darkened sun weeps.
Stumbling beneath, where the darkness reigns,
His path shadowed, paved in pain.
III. Autumn’s Melancholy
Leaves turn scarlet red and golden brown,
Each falling hue dims the light unbound.
The air chills and whispers his nameless soul,
Autumn strips its layers, revealing its toll.
Colors seep away to lifeless grey,
The branches break and begin to fray.
A single leaf, scorched black by the sun,
Quietly withers without a care from anyone.
A song of silence plays its melancholy tune,
An eerie melody of the mournful moon.
Mirroring the child who can hide no more,
His battles undone and strife stains his core.
IV. Winter’s Silence
Winter arrives with the snow’s silent hush,
A blanket thick, frozen in touch.
The child walks slow, nowhere to go,
Through the haze, under the wintry moon’s gaze.
Quiet life trapped in nevercoming dawn,
A world paused, muted, withdrawn.
In the frozen lake, a reflection reminisced,
Broken soul gazes long into the abyss.
His breath stilled in the icy air,
Winter grasps hidden despair,
His heart slows to winter’s disgrace,
His silent host, a lonely embrace.
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