treasures of seasons
ebb and flow
leaving soft sighs
hope hides among flowers
touched by winter's cold
where fragrance seems distant
I relive seasons; as autumn
becomes spring
and winter summer
gifts form in the mind
finding its path to warmth
of my heart






Hope may be hiding among the flowers, yet it's always there.
Thank you for sharing your heart-warming poem with all of us!! 

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