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PhantomphoeniX360 — Seasons, a folk story
Published: 2016-04-14 00:12:02 +0000 UTC; Views: 256; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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The Man was a child of Winter,From a time now long forgot,
His tongue, rough and sharp like a splinter,
His words fiery and hot,
Till one day he met a Maiden of Summer,
Cool and gracious was she,
Lost for words, he grew dumber,
And his heart, it did flee.
Through the years, his heart was thawed,
And a Son of Autumn he begot,
The Son’s talent had the trees awed,
And they gave him leaves coloured apricot.
Lastly a Daughter of Spring was born,
And with her many rays of sunshine,
The Man’s life was no longer worn,
Family gave the Man relief, not wine.
