He is the summer's sun,
The joy of the spring,
Cool like summer breeze,
And calm as the lagoon.

She was the just opposite,
Gloomy as winter's nights,
Pale as winter's afternoon,
Having negative thoughts at sight.

Fate asked them to meet,
So destiny might change,
Diverged roads of them,
Were meant to merge in rain.

He loved her like baby,
She adored him like jewel,
They both were literal lazy,
Not finding time to meet.

A year was about to go,
They finally met in the falls,
Since then they were called,
The lovers of the fall.

With every passing year,
They planned loads of things,
Everything was cancelled,
But they mingled in winter.

Winter was not the season,
That only brought coldness,
It was the season of love,
For the lovers of fall.

The fruit of patience,
The fruit of love,
They exercised all this power,
With the arrival of fall.

But one year it happened,
The snow was delayed,
The sun was behind clouds,
Not to be seen again.

Comforting winter's afternoon,
Was now seeking warmth,
It said that he lost his cheerful,
Mid-day summer's warmth.

Spring came into action,
Saw only opportunity,
To walk hand in hand with summer,
And kick winter out of door.

Things paced between them,
Humidity started increasing,
Summer was in guilt,
And looked for winter in guild.

He realised his path,
That was leading him to her,
Accepting her as part of him,
To never again push off.

Even if they don't see each other,
They definitely meet at the edge,
They are not to be abstracted,
They are the lovers of the fall


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