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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