The seasons of pain hurt soundlessly,
Silent whispers of sorrow, a somber decree.
In the garden of tears, emotions bloom,
Petals of heartache, casting shadows of gloom.
Winter's chill freezes love's warm embrace,
A barren landscape, a desolate space.
Spring's hopeful buds crushed by despair,
A fragile dance, caught in the throes of air.
Summer's sun scorches, leaves scars unseen,
Passion's fire extinguished, a flicker, a sheen.
Autumn's colors, once vibrant and bright,
Fade into echoes of a silent night.
Through every season, pain takes its toll,
A symphony of ache, a melancholy stroll.
Yet in the quietude, resilience finds a way,
To mend the heart, to welcome a new day.
- Willisha
