As Seasons DieA Poem by andrewThe Rivers Run Fast And The Rain Trickles Slowly The Water Flows Freely And The Puddles Are Fading The Snow Covered White Like A Cold Winters Field And The Red Line Draws Closer As Snow Flakes Fade The Wind Breezes Cold Like The Falls Morning Slept Now Forever As Trees Dies Toward Winter The Brisk Sun Light Descends As The Night Falls Fast See No More For Its 5 o clock As The Seasons Die © 2009 andrewReviews
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