Sunday, October 31, 2010

Journal 17 Romanticism Poem

The leaves fall down and the colors grow,
Winter is coming and the weather grows cold.
Clear the ground of green, make way for the snow
As the beauty of winter is about to unfold.

Winter is the time of rebirth,
It is the foundation of the rest of the year
The whiteness will end and the new beauty will unearth.
Spread your wings, fly and have no fear
As the seasons change it is a sight to see,
Will you my beauty come to me

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