Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Hope

<Hope for>

Spring
The spring flutters its wings
causes the branches swing
Hate, humid sultry air
Endure, the summer heat
Love,  the sun shows its dazzling beams
Time flies, that seems
from Autumn to Winter, just one blink
Hope, meet again this February
Let, every spring be the beginning
to taste at leisure,  to harvest friendship
Hope, forever green

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