Winter…
Everything starts with the white…
White snow’s covering the ground,
And my heart…
Thou comest to warm it in thy hands,
And cold is leaving…
Summer…
Something we long for the whole year…
Green season of bare and heat…
Under the moon
We lie to take a pleasure in our love
In even freshness…
Autumn…
Golden queen of reddish rainbow,
Beloved of passionate wind,
Ardent as me
In his aspiration to throw off
The dresses She wears…
Spring…
She’s the mother of insanely hunger
Kindling within our tenderous souls…
Now and then
We delight in our kisses and dream
In the realm of our love…
Seasons of Us
© Copyright: Виллард Корд, 2008
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Very good description of seasons! :) Nice poem! Wish You good luck! With respect,Diana!
Диана Давоян 29.03.2008 23:46 • Заявить о нарушении
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