To A Heart like Seasons

Spring flows through here but once a year
Tired and true to it’s cycle
Reborn anew for those so dear
A tender heart bent so fickle

For common airs to set the stage
And pass on those whims to summer
So fall decays all growth with age
And winter breaks heart string’s strummer

The cycle holds, still unbroken
As all judgments go unspoken

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