Seasonal thoughts once in a while.
In the morning
When someone is yearning
In the noon time
When someone is mourning
The struggle exists
In the gloomy mists
The reminisce past
U never know it will last
Nobody could understand
The crops of your suffering land
But see it with another perspective
Are you sure they did it knowingly
I would say I predict nobody knowing hurts
But something their product of environment do say
It's difficult to forgive and forgot
As the time ticks I am coming closer to grave
Img: Different seasons
Text:Thoughts are like seasons
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