Season

Uneasy lies the headthat wears the crownand the broken heart that trusts again ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ The last leaves of an Indian summercrunch beneath my walking feetCome monsoon, there will be flowers again ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Trust is likethe Catch-22 of loveAborted without, Murdered with ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~