https://propheticlight.org/2015/prophecies/season-of-change/
Dip my quil in ink again,
As a new cycle begins,
It's not the beginning or the end.
Always we have fields to tend.
Maybe then my heart will mend,
Why I continue to pretend.
Only hours gone by can seem to comprehend,
How my life can take such a sudden end.
Yet, I find without Misery,
We make no History.
Though the day may be snowy,
And the grounds firm with ICE,
And your till is consistent of persistence and might..
Remember that winter leads way to summer
And summer to fall.
And that the seasons of Change,
Affect us all.
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