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Seasons
Gentle flows the summer
but Autumn has the key,
for in that thoughtful season-
First you came to me.
Icy falls the winter
but Spring brings greater pain,
for in that thoughtless season-
Last you called my name.
Season unto season,
now, all seem one to me,
for what was once is not
and never more shall be.
© Mohammed Miah. 2003.
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