The Four seasons
By simoncook
Sun, 03 Oct 2004
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Petulant Roses.
Your thorns are angry and sharp,
How you greet summer?,
Your beauty surpasses all,
Forgetting your angry bite
Leaves fall on me,
Gold brown rain fall from the trees,
Nature's free blanket
Beauty disappears quickly,
Replaced by depression
Beautiful snowflake,
Your form pure and innocent,
Crystal perfection.
Limited lifespan you have,
Crashing to the earth below.
Flowers surface new,
Faces reaching the sunlight,
A new beginning
Rain upsets the calm retreat,
Of winters beastly anger.
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