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Seasons

fall, the trickiest of them all, 
is pretending
-again-
to have fallen in love with summer

taking her to dinner each evening,
giving her the room 
to play during the day

summer, the purest of them all,  
has fallen for all that
-again-
surrendering slowly her joyful soul

little does she know 
perhaps sooner than before
she'll fall out of favor
-again-
once winter, the eternal lover of fall,
makes that call.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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