on the whispering wind

The restless breeze kicks up the leaves

and scatters them like confetti

Resting much like a sprinkle of love

finely chopped with a machete

confetti

The heart has more than four seasons

Why waste time examining the reasons

Conflicting emotions and confusion

Let’s just play here in the magic and illusion

Pussyfooting on all fours (seasons)

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