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Sometimes the summer comes, sometimes the summer goes Sometimes the heat beats down upon your cheeks and they turn to rose And sometimes lying on the grass under a tree is all we need Summer days and flowers hiding in the greenery Sometimes the spring does bring news of warmer days to come Dripping dew from rain that came before the rising sun The rain that came on full blue moon and made raindrops look like stars Falling from a sky as black as the street leading to lands afar Sometimes that falling leaves of autumn creates carpets to walk upon Bringing early tiding of colder days like beams to the coming dawn The colors blending in a stirring wind that brings you closer to me So that my arms might not feel as barren as the leafless trees Sometimes the winter comes and chills the very bone Blankets of white pushing us together within our cottage home And the seasons come and go like clockwork, unpredictable as they come and fade But my love, my hold, and my time with you will remain constant through the days
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Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC
Seasonal Maybes
Sometimes the summer comes, sometimes the summer goes Sometimes the heat beats down upon your cheeks and they turn to rose And sometimes lying on the grass under a tree is all we need Summer days and flowers hiding in the greenery Sometimes the spring does bring news of warmer days to come Dripping dew from rain that came before the rising sun The rain that came on full blue moon and made raindrops look like stars Falling from a sky as black as the street leading to lands afar Sometimes that falling leaves of autumn creates carpets to walk upon Bringing early tiding of colder days like beams to the coming dawn The colors blending in a stirring wind that brings you closer to me So that my arms might not feel as barren as the leafless trees Sometimes the winter comes and chills the very bone Blankets of white pushing us together within our cottage home And the seasons come and go like clockwork, unpredictable as they come and fade But my love, my hold, and my time with you will remain constant through the days
nik-bland
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30/M/American
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC
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