four seasons
from the hot sun in summer,
to the cold wind in winter.
from the last leaf that falls in autumn,
to the first flower that grows in spring.
you're the one i want to be with,
no matter what season it is.
and even if the season keeps changing,
my love for you will never change.
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Written on: December 14, 2019
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems and prose that I've written so close to my heart.
