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I wonder from all the seasons,
which one is me?
How do nature's elements
define my identity?
When clouds reflect judgement,
it does not matter what they think,
I do not reflect what they see.
I've seen petals blossom through concrete,
felt the turbulent tears of Everest's crumbling peaks
and I know
I'm no master of destiny, but I believe in fate.
As butterflies depart in the season of diversity,
I see green crumble from crimson to brown -
still they dance in the wind.
As the earth beneath me hardens
secret garden of my mind,
weeds die, like frozen spirits.
I allow erratic winds to whistle,
as my soul sleeps silently,
unaware of the snowstorm
cold does not define me.
April showers soften sleeping meadows,
the fireball in the sky, hints upon his return.
I ponder how nature's palette will paint
her poetry upon this season's empty canvas
we all fall, but we keep the faith for re-growth.
The soul rejoices upon sight of the Gemini moon,
blooming through the constellation of twins,
adrift in tranquil warm air, under serene blue skies.
Surrounded by an abundance of kaleidoscopic petals,
their delicate fragrance, becomes my poetry,
an expression of character and personality
I ponder, maybe this is me.
27 May 2019
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