74. Seasons

The monsoon season arrived and

It washed you away.


The spring season came

And it's breeze blew you away.


Then Summer arrived and

It burned you away. 


You are now a distant memory

As seasons have changed.


But I remain the same;

Unable to tell day from night.

And perhaps darkness from light. 


~Rithin. 


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