Seasons
It's the middle of August
and i'm contemplating upcoming snow
why can't summer be all year round
the smell of cherry blossoms to fill the air?
oh this land of illusion
plays it's deceiving tricks
leaving me mourn the passing season
as the world continues to move on
Copyright © Karen Croft | Year Posted 2017
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