alternative transitions...

so you think you can order seasons

pulling me in

weaving a tapestry friendship

bewitching me 

with colour every season...

but bored

you push out

let me hang out!

beauty of all seasons

lies forgotten

in some obscure corner

and life stands still

you dare...but I move on


on move I...but dare you?

still stands life and

corner obscure

some in forgotten lies

seasons all of beauty out!

hang me

let out


you bored

but season every colour with me

bewitching friendship tapestry

a weaving

in me pulling seasons


can you think you so?

The End

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