The thought came to me with the coming of each spring,
When I was being buried and forgotten beneath fluttering cherry blossoms.

While all the other spirits were exulted.
I would think,

“Wouldn’t it be nice if spring never came at all?”

(Challenge : How Winter thinks
Limit         : Fifty words)

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