My Favourite Season


This is my favourite season;
Not the actual scene that I had in mind.
This is my most idle moment;
Not in the sense of doing none.
This is the most peaceful time;
Not because I am looking for a comfort zone.
I needed to be in still waters;
Not because I despise being in a flowing river.

I had to disconnect to recognize myself;
Not to break the momentum.
I had to empty the "I";
Not to lose power but to gain wisdom.
I had to understand my purpose;
Not to question my existence.
Because I am not just a season;
I live for a reason.

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