Love has no season,
yet in social life
Spring is a lovely festival of love,
flowers,
and colors.
Winter of our hearts, borrowed to the love where the spring blooms, emotion heated more as hot summer strikes..before it falls like autumn leaves gloom..._SOul
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Thanks U S you covered all season in this poetic comment. Thanks for reading & comment. Best regards.