Hello!
This is my newest poem.
The Seasons
Summer is ending,
The days get colder,
As Autumn comes,
With Winter older.
The cold wind blows,
The rain pours down,
And all the people,
Shake their heads and frown.
A child looks from a window,
Wishing spring was here.
When everything plays and sings,
When everything is clear.
By WillowUnicorn
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