Seasons Pass – A Haiku
Soft flowers bloom here
Petals gently floating down
Scent filling the air
Spring becomes summer
Hot drowsy days flying past
Inside looking out
The trees turn bright shades
Leaves twirling down to the ground
Naked branches stay
Temperatures freezing
Busy holidays endured
Another year gone
My private prison
Body trapped in sickness
Always looking out
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