Here it is
Winter amid
A certain Spring
Shaking hands
With us,
Here it is Spring
with Winter playing together
With us,
Winter and Spring are
Here and there
With high winds,
With lovely rains,
With floods, and
With white snows that
Are scattered anywhere,
We feel only that
Winter is there and
Not Spring
Although it is just nominal only,
We love both of those lovely seasons, but
Not when they are together,
It is not our choice, but
It is totally out of our choice,
We love every season
To be separated from its brother
Just to enjoy each of them, but
Each of them only in its time.
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