Seasons come and go;
And so are woes—is that why
People hoard them so?
Seasons come and go:
Nature speaks hi or hello,
Night, bye, shalom—try.
Seasons come and go:
People see, and people feel;
To choose to unknow–
It’s surreal.
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A nice poem and tribute to the nature of change.
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Good Vid!
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