it is just a stage
so temporary
the only probability
when you are
high up in the
pinnacle of your success
then everything falls
like leaves
from a tree at autumn time
do not worry
be hopeful for spring
it is sure to come
it is the completion
of a cycle
breathe and take the coldest air
now it is time to turn off the fire in our hearts
hibernate, rest, and give off all that we have
for when we are completely empty
that the beginning again
for another
fullness...
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