Sunday, July 5, 2015

Excerpt 4 from "Seasons"

The brook now babbles, burbles on, while sparkling in the sun
It voices all the love of spring, it sings of joy and fun
The deepest sigh of all I take to move on with bright care
Though gone, she is, for now, it seems, my love for her I'll wear
It is the brightest badge of all for deep and troubled time
I sing the songs of love and life and carry on with rhyme
For this eternal love of ours, won’t end with weather changed
Its strength is such to carry on through any road deranged


 © 2012 whickwithy

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