02/09/2026
all things begin as fresh as in spring
greens, they smell just good
for all it is yet to come;
when we think of summer in sg
all things are bathed in golden light, with warmth and open skies
brighter days are ahead;
the crisp beneath the falling leaves,
we learn to hold what matters,
with laughter and softer air;
stillness,
fragrance,
softness,
we embrace the last settlement of the year and wait for a new bloom again.
we are waiting to see it come fruitful soon
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