Seasons
have become clocks
tick tock
heart beats
dancing through the
veins of ancestors
rhythms
beat the drum
boom boom
spring forward
fall back
to the music
of nature
of life
of past, present, future of
seasons changing.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 9:51 PM UTC
Seasons
have become clocks
tick tock
heart beats
dancing through the
veins of ancestors
rhythms
beat the drum
boom boom
spring forward
fall back
to the music
of nature
of life
of past, present, future of
seasons changing.
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