Her hardships were so bitter,
Which shattered that weak heart of her
Her manner so evil,
But inside she’s feeble
Her name so magical,
But her cruelty so brutal
She is called “Winter”.
Her aura so uplifting
Her smile so dazzling
Her spirit so encouraging
Her gratitude so overwhelming
She is called “Spring”.
What makes her presence so divine
Is her mind that is so alive
She makes the world see
How her soul is so free
She is called "Summer".
Her nature so calming,
Yet her appearance so intimidating
Her words so gentle,
Yet her mood so unpredictable
She is called “Autumn”.
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