for everything, a season
everyone's got their reasonseven those that say they don't
everyone's got their seasons
whether they live it or won't
our ears are designed to hear
and lips were made to kiss
the batting of your lashes
turns stony hearts to bliss
for a time and half a time
this pen will cease to scribble
until reasons find their clime
then again resume its ripple
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Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2015-10-27 at 09:35
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