Seasons change, water flows
Time ticks, wind blows
Unsteady and uncertain is the path life follows
Voices echo through our deep sorrows.
This is the truth, this is existence
What makes us alive is our very own presence.
Our contentment is found in lies
A world full of strangled ropes trying to set free from the cries.
It is not easy to enjoy the moment
It is not easy to ignore the foment.
Shattered glass shines brighter
Then why does a broken heart lose all its glamour?
Seasons of us die to be reborn
To be stronger and to adorn.
Times change and so should we
Break through the barriers and set ourselves free
Cause seasons of us don’t limit to the skies and seas,
They travel beyond the world of withered leaves.
~ Aarefah
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