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Seasons...



When things around becomes uneven,
The joys of the heart, are stolen,
By the flames, the air is overtaken,
Hide it wisely, hide it in the season.

When the path is rough, with no visible reason,
The feet gets tough, for its acceleration,
With just one puff, your life can be taken,
Hold on wisely, hold on to the season.

When the frost surrounds, I know it's freezing,
The arms go around, the body that's shuddering,
Just light one match, you'll see it melting,
Light up the whole season, light it wisely,
You'll see it thawing.

When the hills tremble, dragging us down, to nothing,
The mind rolls around, hoping for help, from something,
One strong branch, that catch our sight, can be everything,
Look through the whole season, look wisely,
It's time for grabbing.

When knives stab your heart, for no reason,
The love pours out, no no, add it to your collection,
You'll need it all, from head to toe, when you are beaten,
Collect it wisely, collect it in that very season.

When love fills the air, the entire region,
The heart stretches out her wings, like a pigeon,
I say to you now, at the end of everything, that we won,
Write them down, write them wisely, write them in every season,
Write them in your heart, store them, until life's completion.

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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