Seasons of Change

Seasons of Change

A Poem by Sonita Pal
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Just a bried have you, what not, a piece just of my day. To the audience. Smiles

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Yesterday was so new, upon a mountain top we flew high above the ground, colourful charades of blues, purples, oranges...
I was looking through rosy coloured glasses the moment i knew, elated, vivid
The glow upon our face...
Distinct lust, passion, drive maybe come turmoil
The smell of the autumn leaves wafting my nostrills, i sensed were coming through the seasons of change,
Could the cool harsh winter be knocking on my door?
Enter "Hello", the season is here, snow coloured hills bright and smiling face i greet the sunshine on the whites...
Peacefullness, healthyness, sunrise has a new light..
I ain't here to sense only a the pride of fight.
Stand there, pose, neck arched above..
I am like the tiger protecting her cubs,
Female, fierce, prowess, passion, feminenly gorgeous..Proud,
The deep tigress eyes looks to the seasons, A bird flies past just a small sparrow, tweeting as she flies towards food, lifeforces passion.
None other we all do.
Beautiful scents hit my nose and i look seawards as hopeful as ever, await the new summer while bikini's playfulness, laughter and oh the giggles..
Smells of the salty sea aroma, the waves crash upon the shore, tumbling tumultueously, over and over.
The sun crosses the west from where i am watching the sun go down over the horizon...
I had a long day today.. laughs
Four Seasons in one day.

© 2008 Sonita Pal


Author's Note

Sonita Pal
Ignore Grammar smiles, Just a piece of my day and i enjoy not being gramtically correct.

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Added on November 23, 2008

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Sonita Pal
Sonita Pal

Otaki, Kapiti Coast, New Zealand



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