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the unseen language of the heart

CHANGING WEATHER

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Incomparable to none but

The millionth descendance of fresh rain

Wrapped in bundles of miracles

To parched lips and barren earth,

Analogous to the enraging sun

Bearing hidden fire to the receptors of your skin,

I am like that you say,

Always changing but never truly there to stay.

You used to tell me how I was,

Memorising with your senses how I was the merciless ice

Rupturing your heart one day,

And in another, the summer breeze that was your key to salvation.

Yet your reserved silence confessed to me

That I was too cold for your summer,

That I should have left with the fading breath of winter.