Seasons
When seasons intertwine, a chill runs down my spine The once green leaves- are soon turned brown with ease. The rapidly flowing rivers Are then turned to icy slivers. My heart is active and content only to have it end,without the slightest hint. As the coldness comes,late at night I curl up in my blanket tight. But I keep in mind Summer will be back in due time. Written January 21st, 2002 © on Jan 21 2002 04:06 AM PST 0 • 10
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