young spring humbly begs
crusty old winter's sharp winds
let me be what I must be
no compassion
I want a final fling taunts
winter's frosty ageing glare
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Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Sunday, 17 September 2017
young spring...
young spring humbly begs
crusty old winter's sharp winds
let me be what I must be
no compassion
I want a final fling taunts
winter's frosty ageing glare
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