The end of winter,
Cold and harsh,
Ripped my heart to shreds.
As Spring arrived,
The tears were sewn,
Never meant to hold.
Summer’s heat,
Proved too much,
All bonds I hold must die.
Now here I sit,
Legs forever still,
Waiting for Autumn’s breeze.
The last wave of heat,
Adds another scar,
As he draws his final breath.
Written by: Fane Star
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