Breezed through the wind,
The flowers did.
Breezed through the wind,
Our hands did.
Clasped against one another,
We were happy together.
The sun streaming down our faces,
A cascade of happiness.
If only Spring was the only season,
And there was no other reason
To change into Winter,
Then things would have been better.
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Four Seasons 