In the depth of winter, I finaly learned That that within me these lay an invisible summer
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade
I know iam but summer to ur heart, and not the full 4 seasons of the year.
Autumn seemed to arrive suddently that year. The morning of the first september was crisp & golden as apple
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade
I know iam but summer to ur heart, and not the full 4 seasons of the year.
Autumn seemed to arrive suddently that year. The morning of the first september was crisp & golden as apple
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