Summer Is Pleasure Winter Is Pain Poem by Dorsey Baker
Summer Is Pleasure Winter Is Pain
when the cold wind
starts to blow
and the grass is sleeping
under a heavy blanket of snow
you know that winter has come
you know that winter has come
When leaves start to fall
and the hands of time
start to crawl
you know that winter has come
you know that winter has come
Winter has come
taking away summers sweet breath
and its salty rain
and you know that
Summer is pleasure
and winter is pain
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