Like the cold firewood ash blown away by the winter wind, Your memories come back stinging, one cold empty morning. Or tumbleweed rolling across desert on hot summer day, Your memories come owerpowering like a fire spread in hay. Drenched in the rains, roaring blue skies turning into gray, Your memories come back, taking our hearts a few thunderstorms away... "Seasons" #yqbaba #yqdidi #english #poetry #musingtime
