Autumn with all it's shades of rust and gold;


The gay farewell of summer to unfold.


There is a pang of lonesomeness as winter closes in...


How fleeting the seasons of life,


How changing it's scenes,


How melancholy it's music,


When viewed from memories.


But after winters deathly chill ... comes ...


Spring's -  Awakenings!



Bonnie Marie "90"

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