Seasons Change

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tonight I sat outside,
watching the snow melt
and with it went the pain

and I knew
the snow had to melt
for the flowers to grow

tonight I sat outside,
looking at the setting sun,
knowing my heart was in the skies.

the sun set,
the troubled times with it.
as the moon and stars rise,
I find myself again.

because
the sun has to die
for the stars to shine

*Award Winning Poem 2018

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