SPRING’S DREAM

In summer I found a girl 

Wind in her hair 

A gleam in her eyes 

She called me her faith 

And I fell for her. 

 

In autumn I found a boy 

But it was just fleeting memories 

That flew like the yellow leaves. 

 

In winter I met another 

A wolf in sheep’s clothing 

Hiding behind the icy cold air 

That hurt my lungs 

He told me I needed saving 

From the rot left behind by autumn 

I gave him me  

And he grabbed me by my throat and tore me up. 

 

I was scattered into the wind 

The old remnants of a snowy evening 

 

As I was drifting 

I saw a hand 

Held up to the sky 

I flew into it 

 and he caught me. 

 

He reminded me of the spring 

Fresh leaves and new beginnings 

He picked me up 

Glued me 

Told me I was his dream. 

He begged me to stay 

And made a rainbow for me. 

 

Now here I am 

All glued back 

No longer drifting 

Spring's Dream 

Ready for next season


- Sruthi Nair








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