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written by: A. Siegelster
Like pretty flowers that in spring grow,
Like sweet nectar for yellow bumblebees,
And the dances of the green swaying trees,
In early spring when seeds begin to sow,
And in the sunny moments such as these
Breezes ever peaceful start to flow.
But in the course of time they come to know
That this pure spring was never meant to last,
And love-ly seasons come and pass too fast
And give way to storms engulfed in snow,
For nothing blooms in blizzard’s violent blast,
And sends all joys to toss in season’s throe.
The pains of years go often quickly past
But never do they offer oaths of ease.
My poems range from the dark to the fantastic.
I am not yet professional, but I am working my way there, working to get my voice out into the world.
The mind constantly reels.