Tuesday, October 4, 2016

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WINTER

Nascence smell of a cup of tea
Cold and torpid man in the sea
Hissing tea pot
A smell of a kiss of an "olden" me



SPRING

Why the earth has tilt and wobble
Why the kings and the warring noble
Fight for the diamond, ruby and ogle
Don't you know?

Singing and swinging from bough to bough,

For whom she saves her arrow and bow,
Don't you know?

Why blossoms bloom and nectar flow;

Don' you know?



AUTUMN

Nights are long and days shorter
Leaves are ripe and ripe with nectar
Nights are long and days shorter

Leaves are bright, bright and brighter

Goodbye and goodbye my dearest dear




SUMMER

Drenched in a drunken swelter, supine I lie on an unkempt couch. My eye in a pensive flight jumps off the window pane and out in the sultry sun ... Smitten sudden by a slender touch, an enamored heart of mine ... flew into an azure blue 





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