Seasons

Seasons came and went

They never affected her

She wore them in all shades

She was their muse

She hang on to SPRING

so tightly in her fists

that it never escaped 

the tips of her fingers

SUMMER was her hair-clip

Her black traces tied together

Letting them loose

Would have clouded the sun

She spread love

Wherever she went

Even when it was not MONSOON

people experienced rains of her love

AUTUMN was her best buddy

Tucked warmly in her smile

An eternal celebration

Pouring life into dead souls

FALL was her fashion brigade

she could turn anything broken

Any anyone fallen

Into beautiful art

WINTER could never travel

higher than her cracked heels

Her lips were never chapped

Moisturized by her inner fire.