The summer heat burns
Tar roads stretching for miles
So no one dares to walk
For fear of the journey ahead
The autumn breeze sweeps by
Hurried phantoms push by each other
In opposite directions going nowhere
Not noticing the last leaf falling from the tree
The winter chills the bones
That holds the heart in its cage
Rattling to find an escape
From the ocean of suffering
Then spring appears.
It brings ease to begin a pilgrimage,
Blossoms to stop and admire,
Warmth to thaw indifference,
So love can float gently in the air.
Yet, in time, spring will leave.
But by then I will be ready
To march through the burning trials of life,
To appreciate every encounter that passes by,
To part the ocean from the core of my being.
Before spring reappears once again.
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