Wistful
like the morning dew
that leaves the warmth
of the blooming rose
Forlorn
Like the cherry blossom tree
that sheds its children
in the chill of autumn
Yearning
Like the warmth
overshadowed by the
cold of winter
Melancholic
Like the gentle flakes
of pure white snow
that melt away
Disconsolate
Like the man
who's met his love
only to lose her
Season come
and seasons go
Regret is never eternal
but the pain remains
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