You talk..

You talk to me about Autumn and spring, because you think I’ve known of only one season, the one in which you leave.

You talk to me about change,progress and developments, for you think  I’ve known nothing except  cycles and constants.

You talk to me about things you wish to be, while I continue with this pretence, of not letting you know I could be everything as vast as the sea.

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