I think of summer as autumn moves away opening the doors to winter. Strong gust of November winds blow past my shell ripping apart my safe house just at the start of the cold. Summer has ended, a season gone but work still remains to be done. I’ve been lazy dancing under the sun, now…
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May be we’re like the season I’ve never seen spring meeting autumn, like the day never sees the dawn all we do in our alternate universes is quietly burn. Like summer and winter, when one comes you are bound to remember the other. May be we really are like the seasons fading away time and…
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You can smell the spring, feel the summer, hear the autumn and feel the winter. The first thing on my mind when I hear the word autumn, is surely the sound of the leaves, walking over them; the crisp dry yellow leaves. The sound as I step over them in the backyard. Autumn’s yellow leaves…
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