Seasons

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Idyllic florescence

A neonate, alluring chap blooms

like the flower.


Testing summertime

A late, adolescent burns

into the fire.


Southwest moist monsoon

A little, fierce youth sings

at the perfect rain.


Decreasing autumn

An assiduous mortal walks

in spite of the breeze.


Dour wintertime

A hushed, lit corpse escapes

for the perfect star.


This poem is a compilation of five Haikus, one for each season, starting spring, followed by summer, monsoons, autumn and then winter.

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