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"Seasons change there mood so swift.
Seconds grow down to minutes,
minutes multiply and create hours,
hours in turn produce the days,
days gather up and form months,
months crowd out and year is made up."
Her spirited laugh echoed in air,
she was swinging in her toy.
The tears announced her as a graduate.
Agony streaked eyes;
her lover has betrayed,
playing with her as if a game.
The night of bidding farewell to her home,
she had to make up one house of her own.
New persons mingling in her life.
She created her new paradise pretty nice.
Bunch of flowers bloomed in her lap.
She had her babies,
and was addressed as mom.
Her garden full of love and cheer.
She grew old and witnessed,
what her mother would have once.
Her children growing and parting,
as the destiny had planned.
Withering away the life was,
little by little the breathe that got lost.
She journeyed down her life once again,
in her thoughts of growing and change.
Death prevailed in those serene eyes.
"Seasons changed there moods.
Seconds grew down to minutes,
minutes multiplied and created hours,
hours turned to produce the days,
days gathered up and formed months,
months crowded out and year was made up."