Autmns somewhat sad maybe, those promises fall down, golds, reds, tans leaving that song telling her its no longer expecrtation but restraint. Her sons are blowing, tossing around as winds get cooler, it a warning cold is near. Its maybe when the lonley feel it nost.
Winters a bright, red and white wind, crystals falling, velvet bows greeting, makeing another generation in its darkness, maybe its too long a music, but surely its cold. and quiet. Full of comeing expectations.
Spring! Feel the gold running in your veins, colors everywhere, promise kept. That old feeling inside of change, b2eginning, green eyes blinking in warming sun, melodies full of chirping birds, the most magnificent of believing!
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