every lost dream
every forgotten desire
every broken ambition
every fallen passion
they all matter.
because they are still in the air.
years are seasons
seasons repeat themselves
even if they are not the same ever
seasons never bid goodbye forever.
and now is the season of reconciliation
and the air is coming back into my lungs.
i will pick up the fallen passion
i will mend the broken ambition
i will remember all those desires
i will find the meandering dreams
because the season of flight is coming.
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