SEASONS OF THE HEART

When we're very young and so carefree

bound the heart to every dream

life for a while do we see

like a fresh and endless Spring



Days entwined to all the nights

blending in so many regal colors

alongside the Moon and the Sun

carrying all my wishes in the sky



Stepping down from above

lovingly weaving life after life

seasons creating and deleating frames

nature changing to renew the hearts







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NICE WORK
ON THIS ONE

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There is nothing like the flight of fantasy of youth and the dreams of a perfect life. But it is when the winter of more experience sets in that life really becomes real. A renewal of that youthful spirit can usually only come from true love, regardless of the age. Great poem.