Seasons are forever changing,
Winters cozy to love,
Spring, hand in hahd, summers the vacations all the way...
But Autumn is the time of separation....
So it is always Autumn in my heart...
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Your poem touched me..... It's precise, beautiful. The note itself a story in full. Brevity is the wit of soul.