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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required During the bloom of youth, in the spring of vitality, Everything is sparkling and has a fresh, real quality. Summer is the season of growth and rebirth in life, Every day brings fresh dreams of conquering strife. In the fall of life, it is time to slow back, peace of mind and confidence—nothing we lack. Autonomy and wisdom in winter arise, It also soothes and reflects tears wiped by the eyes. However, life continues beyond these seasons, Each spirit is revived for the most sturdy reasons. This is a calm fifth season and a bright first spring, renewed, purified, and wearing a hedge ring. If only the fifth season could be possible, I am perplexed as to what this may be. In the fifth season, would it be invisible? Allowing a smile that you can see. I do not require the new year to be happy, For every post you write, I celebrate. I do not lack gifts, as when the night is sappy, since every word, you say is equally satiate. Each of the four seasons is crammed into one, A quantum season is a rush of momentum. Alternatively, a bright or black hole in the sun, What about the soul of your heart ramentum? It was lauded in the fifth season above, Breathe your last free sigh, since this is love. The sky swirls up, and things are drawn in cursory, It no longer observes its bereavement anniversary. Can the brain be used to conceal this perspective? Can time-beat insight and distance be effective? Can faith that rises far above reason triumph? Can love be a fifth season or a sly wood humph? Written October 30, 2022 The Fifth Season Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
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