![]() SeasonsA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)![]() Short love poem![]() As is the fate of flower petals All things must wither away …In the Fall… Sad it tis, that love’s made of mist Ne’er meant to stay and tis love… I’ll miss ...most of all... © 2013 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 20, 2013 Last Updated on March 20, 2013 Author![]() David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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