Challenge
Write a poem about your favorite season.
Honey and its bees
If dust is my extant
I would flow with the wind,
drink the sip of rain
and moisturize in the sun.
I will shield the flower
which grew in my hut
Of mud and bare rusty field.
Letting the petals fall won't
make my flower wither;
Hosting the autumn fair
would may rent it tears
Yet I will pick the flakes
Of my yellow crusts
and pour my existence to
Its withered layers
Again drinking the sip
Of sun and rain
I will make it bloom
over the seven heavens.
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