Seasons: Echoes in Darkness
Spring arrives not with sight, but sound—
Soft, wet earth beneath fingertips,
Pressing into the pulse of life unseen.
Rising birds hum the air electric,
Invisible wings brushing past like whispered secrets.
Gusts of wind fold into skin,
Heralds of a world awakening behind closed lids.
Summer lingers in heat and taste,
Under a sun never touched but felt—
Molten light pressing through the void.
Mirages singe the air, unheard, unseen,
Everything stretches, slows, swells—
Radiance crawling up the arms,
Sizzling against the skin like silent fire.
Autumn falls without color, but through sound and smell—
Crackling leaves like distant, fading applause.
The cool breath of decay sweeps the senses,
Underneath the silence, there’s something dying—
Murmurs of trees shifting in unseen winds,
Embers of life disintegrating in unseen hands.
Winter is the quiet that deafens,
In a world of touch and cold,
Needles of ice biting bare skin—
Tension of frost in the breath,
Each step a soundless crack into oblivion.
Rivers stop, frozen in forgotten places,
Echoes gone, the world holds its breath, unseen.
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