Sometimes I suffer
sometimes rain will fall
cold as barren empty snow
Sometimes I feel alive
with loving and ease
as warm as the surface of the sun
Sometimes the seasons change
and I'm not prepared
for happiness is fleeting and invisible
And yet I remain grateful
embracing the world
as if every child were my own
sometimes...
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Great poem. Sometimes the season change and I am not ready. Life is like that.