Circle
Summer birds- fly in the sky
The flowers dance to the chimes of nature
The people laugh with the sun--
Summer love
Like a shadow- everything descends,
The wheel of fortune spins slowly
Fire at the surface of the sea,
Withered petals litter the ground
Red hues flood your street as the trees grow bald
You hide beneath that winter coat, the hands bare, are attacked by the wind
One glove always go missing--
Winter morning
The cold, white blanket slowly melts away
A burst of yellow scatters the green
You look up and it blinds you
A spring afternoon
Copyright © Sharmin Begum | Year Posted 2008
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