Seasons

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Algid weather frosts and chills me.

Sweet rain revives my lifeless spirit.

Wind blows on my sun-beaten skin.

Finally, gold and orange fall down all around me.

The seasons; oh how they change.

They penetrate my senses to change me,

to mold me.

I am different every year;

I am stronger, see differently.

This does not make me fair-weathered

But more wise and becoming.

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