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Seasons of the Soul

Seasons come and go -
The change is ever constant;
Spring, then summer -
Fall's golden leaves.
Winter comes, and with it -
...Snow...and bitter cold.
Such are the seasons of my heart.
Spring...joy and laughter -
Summer... brings a calm.
Fall is a joyous assurance
In the love we have
But with the winter
Comes a bitter cold...
Wrenching! Stabbing at my soul!
Gray clouds settle in my heart
And it seems
Spring will never come

Dreama Hildebrand
10-27-97


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