SEASONS

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Fall
A thoughtful tall reason, I grip
A basket to gather,I reap
A tree tending to little climbs
A hand extending through all climes

Fall
Like Niagara, I too fall
Crawling to deny age’s design
I will wither or wrinkle small
To stand tall as the autumn sign. Leon
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Winter
Cold coat to block the rising heat
Foggy clouds surround Irish lands
These white soft fur caps weary sands
Ice dunes melt before summer’s treat

Winter
My heart is dead as winters night
Snow balls fake fall to bitter ends
Chills felt through strong chords bounded tight
Numb is the heart this season tends.
Vera
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Winter
Propel and fall like autumn leaves.
Awake by the uprising glee
The heartbeat where poetry lives.
Horus, Krishna, your heart believes.

Winter
In no Celsius and Fahrenheit
Grip on axis and polar, Bi.
Nothing tears down to these reached heights.
I’m winter, black ice, diamond dust. Hypermind
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Spring
Like a phoenix, I am reborn
Raised from ashes of painful scorn
Engulf myself in warm fire
To live up my heart’s desire

Spring
Rejuvenated, redeemed, me
Allowing my demons run free
Ushering in the bright sunshine
Always trust the world will be mine
Hybrid
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Spring
enclosed in a sheet, sprinkled hope
the light of a breath birthing brave
Soldier through all, through high so low
after my name comes all the rest.

Spring
A heraldry wind, one can cope
in day or night the birthright crave.
Win or loose, love is the rainbow
After day three, I’m still the best. – Ruddapoet
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Summer
My alma Mata,I adore
How heat wrote scars on our faces
Left us with vitamin ashore
With fore sight we cashed the aces

Summer
Skinny bods, bikini on beach
We made love in sweat and some fret
The breath I perceived, the oceans preach
To bask and pay cold rent we let- Rachel Charles
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Autumn!
I’ve frozen, I’ve sprung, I’ve burned out.
Chilled to the bone by the ice bout.
Those words, those stares and the sharp tongue,
Their bite like Jack Frost I’ve known long.

Autumn
Through spring when I learned about me.
Then burned out summer’s wildest dreams.
Rose from those fires only to fall.
Falling begins every real dream! Seun

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