Sunday, July 10, 2011

Seasons come, they go, when winds blow what is the outcome? do you dance?

I was born in the spring when the blossoms bloomed from the tree's , then came the summer and I was married it was a bright sunny day and we danced , then came the Autumn and the leaves began to fall , I felt the cold for the first time ,now I am approaching the winter of my days and the sun is just becoming a memory -lovely poem

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