Seasons of the Soul

Destined Perspectives

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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