Seasonal Suffering - Poem by Anatole Kantor
What we for a time buffer
Is what we for a season suffer.
Sadness comes with an invincible gate
As big and strong as Babylon the Great
Although griefs time is short
When it is there, it is my serious life report!
I always overcome sorrow in a day,
But I hate depression's transitory migration anyway!
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