SeasonsA Poem by EmilyBiancaI really don't like spring.
I can feel the heat of the sun on me.
Slowly cooking me, and everyone around me. I sigh. I miss the autumns leaves, and cool breeze. I like the the icy cold snow, stinging my face, and flushing my cheeks. But now spring has come, and winter has retired.
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3 Reviews Added on May 1, 2014 Last Updated on May 1, 2014 AuthorEmilyBiancaWest Orange, NJAboutHello, my name is Emily. I like fantasy, fiction, horror, and many other kinds of stories. I would love your input. Feel free to share your opinion. more..Writing
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