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October winds, for once, bestowed warmth.
With falling leaves my soul became joyous.
The bitterness inside instantly gone.
My skies, once somber gray, turn azureus.
Let waves of pleasure crash upon my heart.
As Winter snow was falling heavily;
I slipped deep into enjoyment’s grasp.
A taste of heaven’s pure divinity.
Cocoa, good laughs and plenteous memories.
Perchance, I would be saved from myself.
Rain-drops drizzle down as spring arrives in haste.
Lilacs would bloom, a garden full of life.
Big spiders creep and butterflies flutter around.
No longer would the thunder-storms appall.
For once, I experience a sense of love.
The sun burns bright as eyes are set ablaze.
Let summer’s warming breeze sanction these vows.
Adventurous, wild , free and crazy days.
Cool river currents wash away my cares.
A red lobster, sunburnt and grinning wide.
You left in May, my birthday four days later.
Those summer days are quite uneventful.
I hate the rain so terribly indeed.
My body freezes from the snowy cold.
October haunts me in a new manner.
October winds, for once, bestowed warmth.
With falling leaves my soul became joyous.
The bitterness inside instantly gone.
My skies, once somber gray, turn azureus.
Let waves of pleasure crash upon my heart.
As Winter snow was falling heavily;
I slipped deep into enjoyment’s grasp.
A taste of heaven’s pure divinity.
Cocoa, good laughs and plenteous memories.
Perchance, I would be saved from myself.
Rain-drops drizzle down as spring arrives in haste.
Lilacs would bloom, a garden full of life.
Big spiders creep and butterflies flutter around.
No longer would the thunder-storms appall.
For once, I experience a sense of love.
The sun burns bright as eyes are set ablaze.
Let summer’s warming breeze sanction these vows.
Adventurous, wild , free and crazy days.
Cool river currents wash away my cares.
A red lobster, sunburnt and grinning wide.
You left in May, my birthday four days later.
Those summer days are quite uneventful.
I hate the rain so terribly indeed.
My body freezes from the snowy cold.
October haunts me in a new manner.
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