Seasons Of Sorrow Poem by Benjamin K Duncan

Seasons Of Sorrow



there is no summer
there is no spring

autumn and winter
are all that's left for me

my evergreen heart
will always bloom for you
yet your deciduous reception

rips us in two

my colour is fading
i no longer bear fruit
my solemn existence

is now destitute

Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: colour
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