It was the season that solely decides
 Whether I run for a soothing shade
 Or crave the bright sunshine.
 It was just a chilly day in winter,
 But the bright sunshine made it divine.
Basking in the golden glow, I felt
 A soothing warmth like never before.
 Like a hug, warm and surreal.
 The sunshine made the winter glow.
It was just a few months ago
 I cursed the sun for its scorching spell.
 The outside felt like a curse,
 Nothing less than a living hell.
In its rage, like anger spread wild,
 It burned my skin alive.
 I ran for shade and locked myself inside.
 No one loved the outdoors.
 It held no charm, no delight.
It was just a shift of seasons
 Shade and sunshine, are mere reasons.
 What matters, shifts with perspective
The only constant is our core.
Sometimes, it's the darkness that helps you glow.
 You wander, searching for a light.
 The darkness makes it shine so bright.
The lamp burns to light up the night,
 Holding the darkness beneath it all.
 Sometimes, the shade is soothing heaven
 It’s the darkness that
 makes everything even.

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