The Beauty of Seasons

By Pranitha R

She’s cold and dark, lights up a little in the day and back to state she’s gone, Nothing to be blamed. When she’s there, you’d wish she was gone but when she leaves that hollow space in your heart, you’ll realise what you have failed to admire. Her nature that makes you yearn for warmth, a look with a little love you’ll feel a girl filled with beauty as pure as serene white snow and the smile she casts upon your face is indescribable in a winter glow.

She’s cheerful and pleasant with pain unknown, she can make your skin bloom into flowers of all kinds that makes you one of a kind and fill your stomach with butterflies as she passes by. She jumps up and down in joy like your heart and when her hair flies in the air, you’re blown away too. One sight of her and your heart will feel the yearn but the angelic breeze of her charm will in the end turn out to be just a spring song that has already passed while you longed.

She is a dazzling part of your story, giving you all the love in the world. Her warmth can melt you and she doesn’t know when to stop. She never lets a rainy day last and with her it’s only ever sunshines and rainbows. With her, no place is cold let alone your heart but this piece of art never got back the love she gave, for no one could love like her. She was pushed away even if she wanted to stay.

She falls apart piece by piece, every minute that you almost fail to notice and all you see is the pieces she shed. She doesn’t demand or change anything and she is usually ignored. A moment to stay in her genuine presence, nothing could be as graceful and elegant while withering away. All she needs is a little love to grow back up but she dies unnoticed anyway with hopes of blooming again.

She pours down but she is not weak but neither is she the sunshine of the heart. It’s the way you look at her, she could be the one taking you through the darkest of your days or the best partner for your vulnerable space. A coffee in the balcony with feelings drunk on music or wrapped around your blanket on bed all day, the peace with her is of no words to say. She is the melody that makes normal feel special all day.

Just a pinch of love makes the magic work

And the seasons of love also never fade

By Pranitha R