Season On Me Poem by The voice of the forgotten solider Seanee' Flowers

Season On Me



Rose’s
Skies
Even butterflies
Flowers
Grass
Even some sunflower seeds
Falling to make more
Birds sing in morning
When I wake
Love for the smell of rain
To cover the pain
From the icy cold snow
That falls off the trees like autumn leaves
That turns orange, red with some green
Like the best season that falls on me
That’s spring I think

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