Supple the vines, and the beauty of spring. Warmth in the snow, it shall melt as we sing. The valleys and knolls, and the that rains we see, will lift up our hearts with the bells lofty ding. Though, tears, they will rise for in Fall we will find Autumns’s barren kiss and winters colder prize. After winters weary eyes, deliquesce into ground and Jacks tax is excised where will i hide? For the winds sure to find, my broken heart that is left here in kind. With the silence of the mind, and the sways broken chime, the beauty slowly fades, but it spring, it will shine.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 03:57:22 +0000
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