Seasons change suddenly,
Friendships can fade from spring buds,
To crumbling fall leaves.
People leave, they tend to take the fire with them,
Make sure you keep spare logs hidden,
Sometimes it snows in spring.
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 8:26 AM UTC
Seasons change suddenly,
Friendships can fade from spring buds,
To crumbling fall leaves.
People leave, they tend to take the fire with them,
Make sure you keep spare logs hidden,
Sometimes it snows in spring.
It snowed this morning. It brought back bitter things.
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