Where Are the Seasons?

Stale and dry,
Lips cracked and bleed,
A desert it seems
Not a drop of rain I see.

Leaves shrivel and fry,
Falling down to die,
While Hell's blaze
Burn an eye's gaze.

Winter's cold never arrives,
And spring bloom--
A misty cry.

I will never feel
Autumn's kiss.

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