Spring sings of great things;
New birth and memories lost or forgotten.
Fall shows the true colors
Of love and pain together all of the same.
Winter breathes it's cold breath;
No shoulder to cry on and frozen from tears.
Summer shines it's warmth back;
True love is found and the rest is all anew.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
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