Finding the Genuine in the New

February 16, 2010
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Where is the genuine in the new?
Where have all the trees, flowers and beauty gone?
For there is none left.
I remember the white winter, but now all that remains is the bitter cold
Spring is now filled with pollen, which irritates every soul
Summer is now narrowed down to miserable heat and exhaustion
Autumn portrays the death of leaves that continue to fall from the trees
Where have all the smiles gone?
For now all that remains is anger

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