A snowflake falls above my head,
I'm pulling a red toy locomotive,
Imitating, "chook chook chook."
Catch it on my palm; beam at uniqueness.
The corner of my eye watch a figure,
Blond pigtails and pink sweater.
Winters are for discovery, aren't they?
Suddenly, I wish we were under a mistletoe.

Sowing the seeds of affection I await,
Wait for the spring and winds of love.
On the train to my school, I see you.
Reading "The Notebook" on the seat,
The meadows and butterflies sing for me.
Brisk walks in the parks and botany classes,
Each moment greener and brighter w'you.
Seal the deal with a kiss like the breeze.

Summer casts its light on our embrace,
Ripening of fruits and emotional coasters,
13 long years on the journeys and chatters,
Stolen kisses, star grazing, jumping off trains,
Cards games and chess; Kings and queens.
Psithurism rolls off my tongue,
Weddings are beautiful in the fall, aren't they?

The autumn of our lives, haunts me.
Your autumn soul, dying piece by piece,
You kill me with the softest summer kiss,
When your body arrived in the train,
Covered in camouflage clothes and war paint.
31 years after that winter day you bid goodbye.

The leaves let go of the connections,
Can I too?

Laying on the parallels today,
I await for the reunion of two seasoned souls.

And, another beginning cycle of seasons.