Monday, February 17, 2020

The Four Seasons



The Four Seasons
By R.e. Taylor

I live in a place
There is no winter
And no autumn
Plants have their leaves
Flowers break into bloom
And birds sing in the trees
My whole world is green
With no hope of changing leaves
Sometimes I cry when I see it
How I miss the four seasons
And I don’t mean the 1960’s band

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