[…]
The „Soul” has its „Seasons”
Just the same as the year.
I, too, must pass through
Life’s autumn of dying,
A desolate period
Of heart-hurt and crying.
Followed by winter
In whose frostbitten hand
My heart is as frozen
As the snow-covered land.
Yes, man too must pass
Through the seasons God sends,
Content in the knowledge
That everything ends.
And, Oh! What a blessing
To know there are reasons
And to find that our soul
Must, too, have it’s seasons.
„Bounteous Seasons”
And „Barren Ones,” too.
Times for rejoicing
And times to be blue.
But meeting these seasons
Of dark desolation
With strength that is born
Of anticipation
That comes from knowing
That „autumn-time sadness”
Will surely be followed
by a „Springtime of Gladness.”
[Helen Steiner Rice]
Inside These Lines 
Foarte frumoasa, desi incepe intr-un ton trist, te face sa vezi partea pozitiva a lucrurilor.
Multumim.
bai! this is not sexy!!! :)) trebuie sa te gandesti la vara, la soare, caldura, nu inimi inghetate, pipote si alti ficati!!! 🙂 :*
Puteai sa nu scrii nimic ( nu intelege gresit), poza era de ajuns. ma holbez la ea de 5 minute. minunat!
Fetelor, va bat, pai nu venise primavara? :))
A venit, a plecat, iar a venit… Nu prea ii place la noi, s-ar parea 😆
Serios vb, gata, o primim definitiv acum si nu o mai lasam sa plece. Ca ma ia de ciuf si Rox vad, acus mai incep si altii 😀
Pai sa o trimiteti si la mine, da?:D
Trimitem la tot blogrollul, nu suntem zgarcite 😀 :*
Foarte interesanta abordarea… 🙂
Sufletul meu tanjeste dupa o primavara eterna, el nu intelege de ce trebuie sa existe toamna si iarna.
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