• Monika Satote

Season

With every new season; I will be the newest me! Shedding my worries down; Blooming with every new flower, With each new fragrance, without exception of any colour. Driven by the wind; sometimes. Destroyed by the wildest Tornado; sometimes. In my nest for the whole day, in the cosy span. And a day out plans with my open wings; sometimes. Suddenly realizing some magical moments of transition, And fading away with multitudinous changes; sometimes. take this with a pinch of salt or not, With every new season; I will be the newest me.

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