Seasons of Tomorrow

April 4, 2011
Sweet smell of flowers,
The wind blowing- peacefully,
Oh, how beautiful.

The bright clear blue sky,
So hot from the haze of day,
Where is my cold drink?

Leaves falling down here,
Darkness comes earlier now,
I wish it did not.

The chill of the night,
The howling of arctic wolves,
White flakes falling down.

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