SpringA Poem by _mehek_ray_😉
One of four siblings,
the youngest of course. Or am I the oldest? Not really sure. I bring new life and herald the warmth, but hay fever, too, is in my source. Autumn has color but tinged with decay. Some call her Fall. I think she's OK. Not like my bother, cold in his breath. Winter his name, in darkness brings death. Summer's the one that gets all the glory, but brush fires and sunburn are in her story. So, season of choice, who will win? The one with potential, of course; it's Spring. © 2018 _mehek_ray_😉Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 1, 2018 Last Updated on March 1, 2018 Author_mehek_ray_😉Bhubaneswar, IndiaAboutI’M The Master Of My Own Thoughts, My Mind Will Obey Only Me. more..Writing
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