Come winter, I wonder if I will remember the bliss
of summer or will winter’s arrival merely
bring me remorse for summer’s parting.
How frivolously I abandon the present and
dismiss the fruits of a future yet to come; only to
cling to the past, whose coffers are clearly spent!
J M Lysun 
This has great meaning for me, thanks. I have printed it off and pinned it to my wall…
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Well said!
Thanks! 🙂
We often forget to live in the present, mourning the past. Lovely and well written reminder.
Come winter, share with the cold breeze, you will feel all the numbing.You can then not wish for summer to call it back to quickly.
Yours Respectfully
A Girl Who Shudders At The Mention of the Word ‘Summer’