Seasons
Every now and then
I visit the park
It's beautiful in autumn
As if spring sleeps on the ground
But then there my lover is
Wearing her summer smile
Dancing in the autumn breeze
In the arms and palms of another
The poet in the letter she left
Who makes her feel all the seasons
At once.
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