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Seasons as a metaphor for death and rebirth.
Submitted:Feb 24, 2013 Reads: 4 Comments: 3 Likes: 1
A summer's pride preceded fall
And trails were paved with leaves of gold
Till glassy flakes of silver frost
Fell over fall's inlays of brass
The silver turns to iron bars
And clouds hide stars to steal the way
White sheets blankets sleeping souls
The graying graves of grieving goals
One day light will spring again
And bold sunshine emboss the sky
The blue and gold, for kings of old
Reforged from you and I
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