Novel of the Seasons

Novel of the Seasons

Writing tales upon the breast of earth,
Time turns a fresh page with every day.
The scorching lines written by the summer,
Spring wipes away like a dragonfly's play.

Paintings colored by the rainbow's arc,
Poems written by the dark, heavy clouds.
The winter draped in a blanket of mist,
Fills the mind with memories in crowds.

This exquisite novel written by the seasons,
Blooms in nature's own handwriting so fine.
Like an endless triumph across the globe,
Spreading daily in a new, radiant line.

GR kaviyoor 
16 03 2026
(Canada , Toronto)

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