Her Thoughts Come Like Seasons
With every breath they change
Like Spring, filled with hope and beauty
Melting each petal, she sighs
Summer comes as a hot bright sun
Sticking to each drop of sweat
From running outdoors
She cries
As mother nature grows drowsy and her colors begin to fade
Ice burns like fire through her veins
Autumn and his moon begin to rise
Swallowed by hungry hearts longing for love
Frost dances along her body, growing delicate and cold
She whispers faintly
Winter lulls her mind to a sleep so peaceful
One day she will melt.
–A.Brontë
Alexandra Brontë Newe 