You have sang of the seasons of silence, remembrance and eternal sunshine. The heart has learnt its lesson and found solace in the coincidences that life brings.
You feel scared of the word planning and you drift through life without any plans or outline. There are moments when the heart celebrates its little victories and cries with pure delight at plain finished tasks that are in no way special.
The seasons remain and you have learnt to
count the years in a way that is surprising-one that is dependent on memories
and not on years. The heart longs for its lost seasons- youth, love, beauty and
intellect- and celebrates through recounting one’s lost glory.
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