Seasons of Hope (poem)
lost days make up the seasons
each season a different country,
evenings now become dark, with shivers of cold,
steam flows from cafés out over the roads where
passersby button themselves, tighter into coats,
it’s time to incinerate the pile of dreams left over
from previous seasons on a bonfire of the vanities
bright sparks of flame fly to the sky in the dark
to form constellations in place of the stars,
where can they become new constellations
waiting to confound the horoscopes
in recurring seasons of hope
you’ve come to know
life is a joke ~psp
dr. π (pi)
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each season a different country,
evenings now become dark, with shivers of cold,
steam flows from cafés out over the roads where
passersby button themselves, tighter into coats,
it’s time to incinerate the pile of dreams left over
from previous seasons on a bonfire of the vanities
bright sparks of flame fly to the sky in the dark
to form constellations in place of the stars,
where can they become new constellations
waiting to confound the horoscopes
in recurring seasons of hope
you’ve come to know
life is a joke ~psp
dr. π (pi)
.