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Nov 2012
The leaves on the hill
Change with the turn of the Earth,
But our love remains.

Greens to different brows,
Reds and oranges, they fall.
But our love remains.

Their numbers are lost
To the earth from whence they came,
But our love remains.

Snow covered their forms,
Blanketing their bare branches,
But our love remains.

Rain melts away snow.
Snow gives way to greener pastures.
Our love still remains.

Seasons change this hill,
Builds it up and tears it down.
But our love remains.
Jonathan Veres
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