transitions

so you think you can

walk in and out

of my life when you want

how dare you!

so you think you can order the seasons

pulling me in

weaving a tapestry of friendship

bewitching me 

with colours of every season...

but then you tire of the game

so push me out

let me hang by a thread

out!

so the beauty of all seasons

lies forgotten

in some obscure corner

and life stands still

for a moment

so you dare...but I move on

The End

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