ready,
set,
go.
i tell spring that i am ready to face fall.
she grabs my hand tightly and tells me one thing.
'let's do this'.
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i met two seasons
Poetrysome seasons come and go, but others seem to stay forever ©️kairipopa poetry
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ready,
set,
go.
i tell spring that i am ready to face fall.
she grabs my hand tightly and tells me one thing.
'let's do this'.
