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I am from the seasons That never ends They repeat their memories Repeating them selves Dead branches white snow Blue sky the sun’s glow Red leaves the winds blow Green grass the river’s flow These bewitching seasons enamor me no end Memories tug at my soul In their depth I blend Besotted by seasons I am They leave me in jam Clocks turn, Seasons change Memories and moments one can’t exchange Accepting each season Approaching each moment I breathe in cold frigid air And exhale warm clouds Seasons are happy Seasons are sad Seasons are beautifully mad I am from the seasons That never ends They repeat their memories Repeating themselves.
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
I Am From The Seasons
I am from the seasons That never ends They repeat their memories Repeating them selves Dead branches white snow Blue sky the sun’s glow Red leaves the winds blow Green grass the river’s flow These bewitching seasons enamor me no end Memories tug at my soul In their depth I blend Besotted by seasons I am They leave me in jam Clocks turn, Seasons change Memories and moments one can’t exchange Accepting each season Approaching each moment I breathe in cold frigid air And exhale warm clouds Seasons are happy Seasons are sad Seasons are beautifully mad I am from the seasons That never ends They repeat their memories Repeating themselves.
Well had to write something for school online magazine !
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
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