Unacquainted Silhouettes

Seasons

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In a day, I swivel into spring
from autumn and summer from winter

When happiness tills the mind,
flowers and fruits grow on me

Sorrows snow into tears, turning
every possibility pale and white

Faith cloaks within gossamer,
wobbling away in heavy winds

It is autumn now, but I haven’t
moved an inch from the last winter

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