Joel Roderick Bisson

Bronze Star - 2,830 Points (21st May 1981 / Syracuse, New York, United States)

The Seasons Died - Poem by Joel Roderick Bisson

The trees are ever so cold
When the summer sun dies again
And all that remains is ash
Ashes of our dying love
Remain so cold and pure
As the sun is above
From what lies is such treasure
And what could've been in
A dream, alternate reality
What was left from ash
Turns a cold ember
In this reality means forever.

Topic(s) of this poem: love, love and friendship


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 4, 2015



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