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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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Seasons To Mourn

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