Could that have been me that Fall
When the snows came early, and yellowed leaves
Spotted the parks and drives
You came expecting Spring
But ashes still remained
Where new life should have been
You couldn't have known that
And so you left full of life
And a longing for Summer
But the season cycled early, and the harvest withered
And you couldn't have known
that I was as empty as Winter
2 comments:
But the season cycled early, and the harvest withered
And you couldn't have known
that I was as empty as Winter
Tyson, that is lovely...haunting.
Thanks. That is the feeling I was going for.
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