Season’s Fly
Season’s Fly

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3lessed_silence It all starts will a blank page. •Poet
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It’s been a long time since I saw the snow, so I decided to write a little something about is’s slow flow.

Season’s Fly

Spring she saw.

Spring she saw. Her heart turned soft

From lakes filled of ducks,

From lakes filled of ducks, to pebbles on sand came summer,

From lakes filled of ducks, to pebbles on sand came summer, and a face that needed a fan

Soon a breeze stormed by.

Soon a breeze stormed by. Struck the fan in her hand.

Soon a breeze stormed by. Struck the fan in her hand. Summer had ran,

Soon a breeze stormed by. Struck the fan in her hand. Summer had ran then autumn began.

Though the prettiest sight can never be remembered

Though the prettiest sight can never be remembered till autumn went back to its restless slumber.

Too soon, came winter.

Too soon, came winter. Quick she rushed to look at the ball of white that lands on her finger.

From lakes of ducks,

From lakes of ducks, pebbles on sand,

From lakes of ducks, pebbles on sand, to a breeze in a storm

From lakes of ducks, pebbles on sand, to a breeze in a storm with winter in hand.

From lakes of ducks, pebbles on sand, to a breeze in a storm with winter in hand. Now she wished to all happen again.

Seasons fly - 3lessed_Silence

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