Poem: Seasons

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Wardrobe shift is coming
the Seasons change

four times I must

stress
four times I will see
how my shape defines
me
.
Will I be happy
sad angry
frustrated
content?
surprised….
.
There can be no greater 
fear
for us who count
measure weigh
endless cycles of
Seasons
yet met
.
Harini ( Heather Goss ) © 2018
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