Wither, Die and Grow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Please enjoy this poem of mine.

Submitted: December 24, 2007

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Submitted: December 24, 2007

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Walking in the sunlit meadows,
Peering at the newborn fawn,
Gazing into crystal mirrors,
Waiting for the dawn.

My heart feels heavy as I gaze,
At spring in all it’s glory,
For soon harsh winter shall come again,
And end shall this springs story.

Wither, wither shall the plants,
Wither and die, not to be born again,
Cold shall come unto the land,
Wither, wither, die again.

Now winter is here,
Will spring return,
I feel the fear,
Of the Earth.

Will winter release it’s grasp,
And finally leave at last,
Will I see the buds of spring,
Will winter ever leave,
Will I ever chance to see,
The world grow again.

 

(Copyright (©) 2007. All rights reserved)


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