Non-Erotic PoetrySeasonsGently as the roving breeze
Dances on the coloured leaves
Secrets gathered in the frost
Speak out loud of what is lost
Softly speak amidst the dew
Falling rain whispers what's true
Green meadows, peaches and cream
Pussy willows in the stream
Seasons come and seasons go
But this one truth you'll never know.
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