Seasons To Mourn
And no summer came…
calendar frozen, cold winds still in play
And no summer came…
the birds and butterflies staying away
And no summer came…
expressions of love buried in the frost
And no summer came…
seasons to mourn every day that we’ve lost
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
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