Season Poem by Damian Carlton
Season
Summer, autumn, spring, winter
It all comes to a heed, blossoms bloom so & eventually wither
Oh how I wonder what ‘tis to experience all the four seasons at the four seasons
The earthly orbit set in motion by the Creator with no explicable reason
No difference between the seasons, like the semblance between love or hate,
Janus faced coins, your preference is Geoffrey Baratheon mine is Jack Gleeson
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