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The Season Waits
Lo! O bright requite
Seas end
Seasons change
Hence skin tight time becomes a world
That reality ignites
Ice quakes in winter
But summer is where the season waits
Nature bit her lip
Kiss her and dusk with iris bright
With words I love or tinkle dull
Seas end
Seasons change
Hence skin tight time becomes a world
That reality ignites
Ice quakes in winter
But summer is where the season waits
Nature bit her lip
Kiss her and dusk with iris bright
With words I love or tinkle dull
Published 13th Nov 2021
Author's Note
A random picture I pulled off the net and wrote this poem too.
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13th Nov 2021 1:52pm
13th Nov 2021 2:03pm
The fact that you love my poem means something to me. I have found when I use rhyme in poems often they are not as well liked.
