winter is gone,
something’s in my eye,
i blink a tear,
to say goodbye
summer will come
after a sad spring
when flowers swirl
on borrowed wings
fall colors will overtake
all green of summer days,
when memory of warmth
shall fuse to sadder haze
winter shall come again
as the sun is chased around
to recall all days i numbered,
ungrayed, forever crowned
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