Season

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With every new season;
I will be the newest me!
Shedding my worries down;
Blooming with every new flower,
With each new fragrance,
without exception of any colour.
Driven by the wind; sometimes.
Destroyed by the wildest Tornado; sometimes.
In my nest for the whole day, in the cosy span.
And a day out plans with my open wings; sometimes.
Suddenly realising some magical moments of transition,
And fading away with multitudinous changes; sometimes.
take this with a pinch of salt or not,
With every new season;
I will be the newest me.

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