As Seasons Die

As Seasons Die

A Poem by andrew

The 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 andrew


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Lovely my dear =D
Just a quick, little run through of changes in life.
Interesting.
Great write.
Keep it up!
-ArieannexAntithetic

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

every word in this poem is beautiful,the way u described it made me feel like i can see it right infront of me

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on December 29, 2008
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