poetry, — how does it feel...
about the seven seasons are in you and each of them is filled with feelings and their thrills ‧ thereby, — in spring, you're a zephyr… (first glance, first kiss, first ecstasy) ‧ the summer is the burning love of yours ‧ when autumn comes the bedding gets a fix ‧ it's winter when you're freezing me with your gaze ‧ amnesia appears to be from you..., the coldest season felt ‧ and yet, more intimate and more involved, it is the season when we meet in dainty fancy of a poetry, — how does it feel... (…as you can see, — you're unpredictability)