Your soul is composed of seasons.
Long ones.
Short ones.
Cold ones.
Hot ones.
Your soul starts with spring.
It's the beginning.
It's fresh.
It's light.
It's humid.
Your soul continues with summer.
It's hot.
It's warm.
It's kind.
It's sweet.
Your soul follows with autumn.
It's falling leaves.
It's windy.
It's getting cold.
It's breezy.
Your soul ends with winter.
It's cold.
It's freezing.
It's bitter.
It's malevolent.
Is there another season?
Yes, there is.
And this one covers the whole year.
It's called cruelty.
And it's long, dry, and glacial.
a/n: Thank you so much to @unspoken_ideas for the inspiration!
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