I wrote this poem last December 2008..
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Sinfonia Stagione (Seasons‘ Symphony)
Sounds mingle harmoniously
Voices mutate as seasons’ ingress and wend,
Spring, summer, autumn then winter.
Each passed by, crooning different lullabies.
Singing in diverse pitch,
Akin to a heart now in vain.
Flowers bloom, spring waltzed.
A dreamy nocturne is its sound,
Played in adagio.
Slow in tempo
From a seed growing dilatorily,
Now a new love had blossomed.
Summer becomes a balladeer.
Serenading expressively,
The new blossomed love now in agilmente.
Lively and passionate.
Affretando! Hurrying for sedulity,
From someone who owns thine summer’s ballad.
But then autumn had its interlude.
Its melody in dolorosso,
Sad, tearful, monotonous.
Pitch in addolorato, in sorrow.
As the leaves fall, caress by the wind,
So as thy hope for love in return.
Winter sonata’s tune,
Now as chilling and shivering as ice.
Love is frozen.
All the merry tunes have ended.
What is left now, only a sad song,
Sang by a heart in lamentation.
Seasons have its own symphony.
Lively yet sorrowful in the end.
Just like a heart deeply in love,
Will hum an exciting piece at first.
Still will end up with a mournful one
And hope for a real spring to emanate someday.
