Monday
Winter draws close, closer, close. Summer fades through falling frocks of russet. Baring all for all to miss. Spring is not promised. Taken for granted. Oh yes, the Sun will continue to stay hidden for months, but Spring is not promised. Plans growing silently beneath layers of thoughts, have yet to emerge. Yet, Spring is not promised. What prospects of peace in a world riven with hates, when Spring is taken for granted? For, Spring is not promised.
posted by john @ 2:17 pm
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