A world
That turned its back
On seasons of love
And timely harvests
Invested in new hybrids
Were the new corporates
Altering flowering period
Nature had adopted
Fancier ways
I looked out
At illusions
Of bloom
Spring sun
That was saying farewell
Even before
We could give it a welcome
Our struggles to survive
Continue
As seasons of joy
Get clipped
World climates today
Are empty basins
That we carry
Inside.
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