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The beginning was steeped in snowy feeling. The end was nearing set ablaze by a mind's curious haze.   As I reach for Spring's maize I fall upon Autum's days so I stop to give thanks.  
Colors fade Green drained into Red Red slowly fading to brown Brown falling to the cold ground Left bear Slowly life fade away No, not dying just slowing down Slowing to sleep
Your heart is like winter cold at first  but delicate at touch like snow  your winter like heart has touched mine   Your soul is like fall soft and warm mixing for a color
Your heart is like winter cold at first  but delicate at touch like snow  your winter like heart has touched mine   Your soul is like fall soft and warm mixing for a color
Hearing the Seasons By: Hannah Beasley   Winter:   Winter sounds of soft touches, The light crunch when you step through snow,
keep your lies, where they shall stay keep them engraved while every time you leave i neigh lies somehow kept you warmed  and somehow left me an ice sculpture for you to break
Snow to sleet, and sleet to snow Trudging softly to and fro. Waiting for the golden glare Always hidden, never there.   Sweetly “singing in the rain” Quite a lie, to my disdain.
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