Life
When time reaches autumn,
leaves turn bloody and blow away
snow creeps in to create misery for a while
winter freezes all in place, numbing all bliss
spring takes over and sadness melts
peace sits on the throne, but won't forever
as each season take turns
playing king for generations to come
Copyright © Vermillion Scythe | Year Posted 2017
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