The Wrong Season
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TamzCommunity member
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A man in search of happiness in seasons that he could not find.

The Wrong Season

by Tamz

You see...

He was my all

And I was his fall

Not fall like the floor

Fall like the season

The reason to continue the pursuit of green leaves.

You see...

I was a crumbled brown

A crispy sound

Never to be found under his trodden soles.

His fall

His brisky bitter wind

His fall

His soggy rainy sky

His fall

His beaten brown leaves

He didn't look deep enough to agree

So...

He left for spring

In search of what summer would bring.

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This was an excellent introspection. I loved the first voice in this poem taking the responsibility for being an albatross. Great poem!!!!