For everything there is a season:
We shoot - in the spring...
Bathed in summer - forgot we had wings..
Comes the autumn: time to be prepared -
'come my dove', fly away...
My banner over you is love:
Winters chill, is in the air.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 30th, 2026 09:01
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Good write 2.
Anthropomorphizing this poem was genius. It works so much better this way. Very nice
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