Rain

Counting your steps

seeing triangles, squares, circles
from here I hear your shapes

Popping on my head
it whispers slowly, often heavily
about your stories what you’ve seen

inviting you near my sill

leaning against the window
feeling fresh, I now listen to you

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When small buds start to bloom

Lovers promise eternity
When the blooms start to wither
They walk away and say goodbye

When leaves tightly hug the branches

Workers sweat to reach their goals
When trees show off their red, yellow leaves
Painters color them with passion

Spring, the season of birth

Summer, the season of effort
Autumn, the season of abundance
Winter, the season of what?
Being a toddler
Unstable and unsteady
First step
As hard as finding
A piece of peace
Still
Kept on crawling
One drop of sweat and tear
Wouldn’t be enough
To slowly turn to
The joy of success and pride
Which last just a few moment
And
The journey begins
Again