summer wasn't as drastic of a change as fall had been to winter.
or so i heard.
this doesn't mean i wasn't scared of the seasons changing.
fall had proven that the changing of seasons only brought sorrow into my life.
spring whispered to me one night, under the stars, that there was nothing to be afraid of.
i listened to both.

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i met two seasons
Poésiesome seasons come and go, but others seem to stay forever ©️kairipopa poetry