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Seasons of the Heart 2 by Nicholas

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Seasons of the Heart 2

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Crease map folds on the coffee table, edges frayed.
October smoke and bonfire breath, we trace the day. Leaves like pennies spin on puddled asphalt skin, Your life caught in the photo, the summer's wide grin.
We tuck that picture in a book where attic light gleams, Corners frosting into stories, pages spreading in between.
Seasons shift, we fold our maps and learn the chart, In every breath a compass points the heart. From spring spurs bloom to winter's harsh and dark, Change paints the seasons of the heart.
Snow dust the photograph, silvered at the frame, Gloved fingers warm the gloss, Until the picture taints, stays and coffee steams.
The grid of melted street, we swap our scarves for promises and static feet. We hang the map across the mantelstring, tight and bright.
Trace the shore where we ran barefoot beneath the lowland night. Seasons shift, we build and break, we write the scars. Every fold a secret root, the ledger of our stars.
From summer's flare to autumn's slower rise, Change keeps the care forgotten of our hearts.
I find that photograph beneath a pile of winter map, Edges curl like small moons, a lighthouse in the pale. I press it to my palms, you at the pier with winds I scoped.
Ink is bled across the ears, but somehow cops you know. The picture thaws in grump's hands, a low horizon awaits. A sudden shore, a borrowed voice, and everything remakes.
Spring lane smudges ink but blue, crown of fame anew. Sharp names on the sidewalks, your handwriting beside the blue.
The map now carries coffee rings like sons we've left behind. We stitch our days with morning light, an errand's interline.
The attic light is softer now, the grass reveals and keeps. Edges show their passes, ways not ends where memories sleep.
Seasons shift, we learn to keep what keeps. The spark intact of every moonwave, dawn and dawn. From gullies scrawn to Pontennes.
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