And So It Is Born

Sometimes it comes softly
wafting into the mind
on the spring breeze
waiting to flower into beauty
Exuding the warm glow
of the summer sun
it blossoms into fulfilment
Sometimes it begins on a stormy note
wrenched from your soul
A raging autumn tempest
ripping through your skin
dripping blood that stains
the winter snow
and falls as a poem


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