Seasons
There are seasons in the sorrows
Morrow's foretaste of rhythm
Seeding frost bitten sentiment
In breathless grace
Au courant of prescience break
Hastily deliquesce by ardor laze
Bequeathed in blooms
A blushing spring on thirsty banks
Until suns and moons
Give rite to sleet
The life that was
Once more shall sleep
Copyright © Andreanna Escamilla | Year Posted 2020
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