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Soul Library Oct 2015
My soul feels like Winter
like snow falling onto dying grass
like winter air that sends breath like smoke

My mine feels like Summer
like hot dry winds rattling the live trees
like sticky sweat that runs down your forehead
like the burning sun that makes you tired and sleepy

My emotion feels like Spring
like bright colorful leaves blossoming
like leaves that'll eventually fall
like happy times and smiling memories

My life feels like time itself
like a counting timer
like an awaiting alarm
like an immortal clock

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