Could you erase a season from your memory?
It’s hardly possible – yet somewhere there is a possibility.
I have had a few faces- smiled along my smiles- forming lively seasons.
My spring, my summer, my fall and my winter were their smiles.
They made me believe; the life will be always the same.
At this point of time, I disbelieved my dreams,
in which, I’d drowned deep into the green seas.
I also tried to disbelieve the prophecies of my inner mind.
But the seasons really change.
The sunshine smiles fade.
A higher tide again clasps me in its fearful white surf.
Slowly I try to forget all the seasons.
But again new seasons form.
I erase old seasons adding new ones.
Surf is again above me. Tide is getting bigger.
I smile looking at the faded smiles.
Smilingly I ignore the offered smiles.
Blankly I accept newer smiles only to ignore when the season ends.
I make things possible. I ignore me!
Seasons form. Tides are getting bigger.
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