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/It’s the seismic shifting of the seasons that does me in
Slight alteration in the dappling of sunlight hitting my skin
Every year; a boon of productivity and creativity
Until I reach for the match again
And then the leaves burst into flames
Red, yellow, orange all calling my name
It would be so wrong not to stare in awe
But then I reach for the match again
And in the dead of winter, I shiver
It gets harder and harder to linger
So, I make my own fire and funeral pyre
And reach for the match once again
And finally, spring makes me scream
And year after year I always bleed
On the fresh roses blooming red
And so I light the match once again
By Slyvia Rose
From: United States
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