The Seasons
The colors of spring...
with the hues from the lively lived fellow...
who mellow and grace in shallow tears...
whose sight is greet with a thoughtful hello...
The sinful summer...
embrace indeed the wide range sheer...
with stern, with tolerate abundance he waits...
dried in vein in arrival for the same peer...
The arch autumn...
standing abyss and proudly awaits...
carrying weights for a thousand pain...
strollers evoke the nets of the unworthy shades...
The saint winter...
he who went pantaloons...
hands in hands, under silver platter...
on side pouches clanging heated soup spoons...
The four seasons...
all to engage the late dusk...
to uphold the earliest dawn...
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