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Euphemism

On spring days,

You made me bloom,

Like one of the sunflowers,

We could see from our room.

Now when the dark clouds rain,

You make me sour,

Like a bowl of kimchi,

At a weirdly odd hour.

So, what if you’re the seasons,

That changes as per mood,

Keep me out of the weather changes,

That you yourself won’t approve.

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