Summer’s gone, Autumn’s here.
The leaves will turn and fall til next year.
The winter will follow bringing its cold.
We will feel it more, as we grow old.
But spring will come to warm our heart.
Summer once again, where the cycle starts.
This year a blur, so much, yet nothing done.
So slow, yet so fast, this orbit of our sun.
Summer’s gone, Autumn’s here.
Losing precious time, our biggest fear.
Losing precious time has been my fear as we pass another year.
Beautiful poetry. I love it❤️
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Thankyou 😊
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Beautiful, just like you❤️ I love you💞
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You’re the beautiful my love 😍😍😍
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