Seasons draw
Different faces of eves.
Monsoon eves are
Like a dreary maths teacher.
Summer eves, a lost lad.
Spring eves resembles
the face of a yellow dragonfly.
Winter eves, a wanderlust lunatic.
Oh... Autmn eves...
Face of a doleful father...
I am stumbling before it's eyes..
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