If you must bring upon your rays of heat, shine on, beautiful they are. I shall not ask for the clouds to cover themselves over you, or for the rain to drown you in its waters. I shall only ask for the gentle wind to blow, to become my companion in this journey of seasons.…
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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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