Spirals of the Seasons

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With  clenched  fists, we
were born into this world.

      Then when life's 
        seasons shall
            have run

        through their 
           spirals of
           full circles,

         nothing the 
           body can
           withhold,

         nothing the 
           soul can
          truly own.

With  limp,  open  hands,
we shall leave this world.

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Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Foulk Avatar
March 30, 2011 at 8:14 AM
so true, a great poem, i have not read any of your poetry for a a while, but this was an enjoyment to read.
Naces Avatar
October 6, 2020 at 6:05 AM
Thanks, James.
Mehta Avatar
March 30, 2011 at 6:44 AM
Wonderful expressions on the transition of the seasons, romeo
Brown Avatar
March 30, 2011 at 5:41 AM
Enjoyed reading this magnificent piece of poetry this morning Romeo. Thank you for sharing it. Love, Carol
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