The Seasons

Blossom dear flower,
A promising life awaits;
(True) Freedom comes in spring.

The mature sun shines-
For all to see; lessons gained
At innocent’s expense.

Autumn leaves blows ag’st
Aged snow; as I grew older
Another tune plays.

Snow lands on my (pale) face
I‘ll endure a few miles; Soon
I’ll rest with angels

Live your (own) life my friends
The more we live, the more we learn
Time waits for no one.





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somerandomperson said...
Apr. 17, 2012 at 4:08 pm
ike your last stanza it has the most impact qand stands out the most to me
 
addictivereader replied...
Apr. 17, 2012 at 4:42 pm

thanks for commenting

 

 
beautifulspirit This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 17, 2012 at 4:00 pm
I felt like your last stanza impacts the reader the most. Though I did like your description of the sun: "mature sun." 
 
addictivereader replied...
Apr. 17, 2012 at 4:41 pm

Thank you.

I wanted to depict the journey of life using the four seasons.

 

 
beautifulspirit This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Apr. 17, 2012 at 4:43 pm
Yeah I got that, which is why I felt that your last few lines left an impression.
 
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