The scars that line the inside
Are not invisible at all
Details seen as easily as
Crunching leaves in the fall
They say spring time brings change
But shows what isnt true anymore
spring changed to summer and to winter
What shoukd be cold warmed me to the core
Your poem of the seasons is
Your poem of the seasons is lovely, I hope Mother Nature hears this poem and puts right the earth. Everything is changing all the time, I for one hope the earth can save us, I am sure this would be possible if we didn't damage the planet. Nice read.
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