'Why do the seasons change?'
Spring came, the flowers began to blossom in different colors,
the birds started chirping and made an unforgettable a path of melody.
The beautiful painting of color and new beginnings was almost complete.
Yet,
my heart could never change.
By Summer time, the painting was complete,
with growth in the air, people bustle to go to the ocean
to splendor the scenery and scent of the sea,
to tickle their toes in the sticky sand and
enjoy the value of spending time together.
Yet,
my heart felt the same as it did last Summer.
Autumn gushed in and brought its bright gloomy feeling with,
spots of amber, brown and red filled the air,
with a splatter of green here and there.
It's getting cooler and it's about time to find company to cope with the cold.
Yet,
my heart remained dull and closed.
Winter dropped by and caused havoc.
He ripped the leaves off of the trees, leaving them vulnerable
and exposed.
He touched my heart alone,
leaving others unaffected and warm.
Such injustice indeed.
My heart -
enclosed in stone cold ice protecting the last bit of warmth and love left -
never changed.
"Why do seasons change; why does the world keep spinning,
when my heart and mind are living in pain?"
© Malwazi Moholi
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Matriculant 2018
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