Seasons Change
Let the rain erase the hurt
For the raindrops can wash away your falling tears.
And embrace the sun as it violently kisses your brown skin, warming your enchanted heart.
But when the colorful leaves fall to the cold hard ground and the air is filled with a sense of elation for festivities and warm fragrances... it eases your fading soul.
But seasons change just when you settle for one.
You shouldn't have a season to rely on because not all seasons are willing to be your comfort.
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