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It happens to us all Seasons in our lives will change, like summer to fall Emulating a revolving door, as one makes an exit there's the expectation of more This wind, it's no friend of mine Once whispers of promise now send shivers down my spine Instinct tells us to fight, so plead my case I must One final appeal to bring renewal from scattered ashes and dust But what will be is not the same Reduced to my knees, I now know I've only myself to blame |
I'm not sure exactly where you're coming from with this, but even so, I feel I can relate to it. I'm not an expert, but I feel this is well written. Nice work.| Posted on 2016-11-12 00:00:00 | by TeslaKoyal | [ Reply to This ] | |