• ukiyo_thefloatingworld 5w

    The last I saw you, it was spring
    Sunlit sky with pastel hues
    World was at its prime
    Brimming with life
    Last we met, we were in each other's embrace
    Winter leaving no trace
    The new born feelings awakened with the sprouting buds
    Little did we know it would cease to exist
    A period of separation not much behind
    The feast of spring now seemed barren
    Soon followed by the tears of monsoon
    These tears now replaced by the snow of winter
    Will I have to wait for this ice to melt again?
    How long will It take for me to embrace you again?
    Maybe another spring day.