the poetry

sister, sister

your eyes change with the seasons

the ever-changing seasons of you

winter blues that mimic the sky when the snow falls

green like the flower’s stem that spring up from their roots, anew

soft grays like the storms that seem to disrupt all the seasons

these beautiful seasons of you

hazel with the golden flecks that burn like the fiery embers of the summer sun

warm brown like the trunks of trees that harbor the colorful leaves

the ever-changing leaves that change with the seasons

each season anew, just like the seasons of

y o u.

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