As the weather changes, feelings change.
good change/bad change.
intense or mere, pain is pain
whatever the measure, joy is joy.
The sun would burn, help me dry out my trees.
the rains would come, wet and refreshing
i'll light up my sticks when the weather is inbetween
bliss is bliss, whether for a moment or for life.
since nothing is impossible, i choose "for life"
but if for some reason, seasons aint in my favour
i hope to find joy and peace even in a storm
for isnt that the reality of joy?
the ability to truely smile even when all is wrong.
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