One quarter of the year has passed;
It seems to
me it’s flown by fast
And spring
is finally here at last,
The winter
just a dream.
Those frigid
days and piles of snow
Feel like
they happened long ago
And, though
I know that isn’t so,
Perhaps a
bit extreme,
When seasons
come, they disappear
More quickly
every single year.
Despite that
knowledge, I’m still here,
Just floating
down the stream.
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