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A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!

Calanders

Seasons cycle:
naught but grains of sand
spinning
into Spring,
falling
into Autumn.
The endless Summers
of our youth
stretch into immortality
until
frozen in place
by Winter thoughts.
The grains descend
until
the gods smile.

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Prompt/Week # 34

Use the following words in your poem:

Winter *Bulletb* Spring *Bulletb* Summer *Bulletb* Autumn

*Ball* Poem should be inspired by the prompt/image in some way
*Ball* A minimum of 12 lines, no maximum

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