Monday, 18 May 2015

End of Season

Winter is coming. It reminded me of a poem I wrote last year. It's called 'End of Season'.

End of Season

Birds are singing,
This melody of mine,
In the ears it keeps ringing,
Keeping true to the rhyme.

The ink is running dry,
Yet I have not written,
A single love song to cry.

Nothing lasts forever,
Trees start to wither,
It’s the season of fever,
Preparing for the changed of weather.

Birds breakaway,
Taking the song along,
I begin to wonder away,
Will they be long?

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