seasons

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i dream of the moon
the stars
the sun
the night sky

at night i sit in the dark and cry

i enjoy the day
but never the less
the night will pay

i smile
heaps of joy and laughter
Sweaped into a pile

like leaves in autumn
seasons change

so do the clowds
and skies within range

in the winter
its cold
wet and damp

in the summer ride a skateboard
on a hill maybe a ramp

in spring the blossoms bloom
vibrant colours across vast land

it were already there but some planned

seasons are like people
they switch up
at times of the year

i trust no one neither shed a single tear
~H1

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