The frost creeps in, my bones still dream of June, Shiver whispers I'm not ready, too soon- wind's got teeth, bites through my thin defense, while summer's ghost lingers, refusing sense. Leaves crunch like warnings, sky's a steely gray, heart says stay warm, but dawn drags me away.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Nature
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Most beautiful true of the season but also as a metaphor true of age.
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