Glimpses (6)

Once, I knew the chill of winter,

Once, I felt the touch the spring:

Once, you were my autumn, summer,

Now life’s lost its

Seasoning

 
Then, the whitest snow turned hazy,

Then, the warmest breeze turned cold:

Yes, I traded love for honor,

Gained the steel, but lost

The gold

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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