Seasonal Changes

  The sweet revenge of suffering is smelt
  as life unfolds its leaves,
  and we learn the consequences 
                              of our acts.

  It is as if spring had magical powers
  to conquer those cold spirits 
          whose winter nights represent 
  the insensible ways to deal
  with other's suffering.

  It is as if summer knew how to enchant
  the shrub of life before it got chained
  to the pain that let autumn dance 
               in this floor of memories.

  Gazing how it all comes back,
                     my body feels numb,
  the freezing sorrow reaches my breath,
                            winter came.

  I knew it all had to end
  as the soft memory of myself is smelt, 
            shivering as spring is late. 
  Should I repent?
                  I do,
  and I become the summer of my sight.