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SEASONS
There I stand, jilted
This Spring I am still wilted
My roots are unearthed
My leaves I’m still bereaved of
My boughs bare for next season
There I stand, lacking
This Summer I am cracking
Wind whistles through me
Children look and turn away
Under stronger ones they play
There I stand, forlorn
This Autumn I am not mourned
Their elegant hues
Those colours that adorn them
That I’ll never have again
There I stand, dying
This Winter when I’m sighing
For once I fit in
I’ll fall into the ground now
To nurture my children’s boughs
Published 1st Dec 2016
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1st Dec 2016 5:53pm
2nd Dec 2016 8:06am
1st Dec 2016 9:54pm
Artistic and well composed. Gorgeous....the imagery was beautiful....
2nd Dec 2016 8:07am
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1st Dec 2016 10:18pm
indeed it is ripe for my RL too! an achingly beautiful read bro! gem..absolute gem!
2nd Dec 2016 8:09am
I'm glad you enjoyed it KDA, I didn't expect so much for such a simple write.
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2nd Dec 2016 8:10am
3rd Dec 2016 8:22am
Loved the artwork, and so well written, the image of changing seasons captured in verse...
