Seasons bleed: when we burned and died to meet
He was the night sky, and I was a star;
But before we met, daylight arrived.
He was a firefly, and I was a flower;
But when we met, winter whispered chills.
He was a snowflake, and I was the ground;
But before he could reach me, summer shined.
He was a bug, and I was a leaf;
Yet before we could embrace, Autumn secluded us.
He was the flame, and I was the ice;
When we met, I took my final breath.
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