Seasons Poem by Larisa Biyuts
Seasons
So, the sky is broken-
the melting splinters in branches of trees.
People crumble into the snow,
and the silence
like a way home over a chasm.
Now, the sun has melted-
like honey on your lips.
The birds drink the air singing.
and you kiss the sky-it's springtime!
Sunlight-to emerald; then-rubies on blue,
diamonds on black,
and golden straws within your hair.
Summer is with you!
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10/31/2025 3:13:36 PM # 1.0.0
Beautiful and i like it....Such a good, not good...sorry but Great poem! ... i feel like i was singing to myself, in melody of your seasons..cheerful :) Keep more coming okay :) _Unwritten Soul