Seasons

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Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.

Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.

Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.

Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

Seasons

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Artwork Ann Baranowski copyright 2011

Human pain does not let go of its grip at one point in time.

Rather, it works its way out of our consciousness over time.

There is a season of sadness. A season of anger.

A season of tranquility.

A season of hope.

 Robert Veninga