Echo Of White
By the forces of nature, the spin to a turn, the approach of the seasons - The leaves which falls, the symbol, signal a wink towards winter - Prepare the cold for a blanket of snow, sold to be told for no reason - The spice created by the chill in the air, the aroma of log fires which is a count for the warmth of care - Why accept the way of the world when dead trees are not even for you to take for the price, named free as the bees - Believes have to be proven, your mind is the deceiver - What is the truth in fake when a dream in the night, shines so real, the bright in your eyes lights your sight - Black colors the echo of white
poem by Unic Cjonr
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