My soul was in autumn.
It's old layers falling like leaves.
Then winter came my soul in death.
Memories like harsh winter winds.
But spring's rebirth came.
I found the warmth within.
Now I am in summer's harvest.
Ready for a new path to begin.
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Destined Perspectives (
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- Category: Reflection
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