four seasons shed their jackets yearly...
they make joy, liveliness, resentment, sorrow, and wounds from time to time...
as much as there are tears from the eyes, there are smiley wrinkles all around...
things are such that we cannot control, thus we go with the flow of time where it brings us towards reunions and farewells, from banks to banks where tide lapped just at the right time...
the curving of a river...
starts and has always been that...
a cruise down the river breather a different view with every paddle...
a sign of rejuvenating the sights that calms contentment...
sometimes we are being swept too fast into the rapids, or there were attractive fishes in the water, catching our attention, and we lost sight of the difference at the banks...
the leaves rustling indifference... and we close our minds to the familiar and the readily available...
opening up to newer things which are in narrower cracks...
That is how things go from life to life...
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