Seasons

Spring is the birth of our love
and then the summer of our growth
Fall, our death
Winter the cold and barren time
that came after



Poetry by Kathryn Watson
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Written on 2007-03-27 at 17:09

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NotaDeadPoet
took all the phases of what Shakespeare calls the seven ages of man and put them into five lines
2007-03-27


yoonoos peerbocus
it could be the various phases of the moon. we to go through all seasons, that's life
2007-03-27