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Spring; a time to sing.

 

The rain anxiously melts.

 

Summer heat; lovely but violent, 

 

brings Autumn's sadness.


Rememberance.

 

As Winter depresses with it's cold.

 

Where couragous sleep.

 

As the season's change,

 

to bring circular rebirth.

 

 

 

 

 

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©25 January 2014 - 5:24am — schmuckjones
9 February 2014 - 3:47pm — a.griffiths57
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    The presentation of your

 

 

The presentation of your poem is lovely, I enjoyed the colour spectrum portrayed and the words also.

 

 

http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57

9 February 2014 - 4:28pm — schmuckjones
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Thank you for your comment

I grow tired of the cold, I can't wait for spring to get here. 

26 January 2014 - 1:16am — CrowPieD
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VISUALLY

VISUALLLY GOOD

Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.       

26 January 2014 - 5:00am — schmuckjones
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Thank you

For taking a moment to look, and to comment.

7 January 2015 - 4:23am — allets
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"...circular rebirth..."

Nice! The decision made on the quality of each season is exquisitely fine. - Lady A

 

 

7 January 2015 - 2:38pm — schmuckjones
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Thanks Stella

I wish we could hibernate like bears do.  I would love to Rip Van Winkle thru winter.  Too cold & too quiet.  :)