Seasons Poem by David Whalen
Seasons
Rating: ★2.8
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As is the fate of flower petals
All things must wither away
…In the Fall…
Sad it tis, that love's made of mist
Ne'er meant to stay
and tis love…
I'll miss most of all
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Wednesday, March 20, 2013
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4/19/2024 2:01:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A great poem. An image succinct yet so vivid.