An Ode to all Seasons

Even if it may burn, may your memory of love in the summer always keep you warm.

Even if the showers may weigh you down, will your growth bud amongst the blossoms in spring.

May you shed your baggage as briskly as leaves, for even in death can we find beauty.

And when the world seems too at large, and the weather much too vast, may your warmth hold you through your winter.

BIATA

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