From the door of the gym
To the door of the car
One single footprint
From one squishy shoe
Slushy gray hills born of
Glistening white mountains
Turn into puddles
As seasons renew
Scissors are cutting
Driers are drying
Roots that were gray
Now have a red hue
Little flashes of orange
As fishy fins flutter
Up through the water
Come shoots of bamboo
Winter winds blow away
taking with them the past
will this be the spring
to find love that's true
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