Missing Seasons Comments

How I miss the spring anew, announcing that winters through, waking up those sleepy buds, when spring begins to warms the earth. Yes I miss our life in spring, when life's renewed and begins again. It reminds me that I'm missing you and all the things that we would do.

How I miss the summer sun, with all it's warmth and days so long. Picnics planned at days rest, long weekends just spent with you. How I miss the talks we'd have, the way we'd talk the whole day through. Yes I miss the summer sun, when all the trees were freshly dressed. Birds nesting in their leaves, singing songs carried on the breeze. Our cares were few and far between. When we enjoyed our summer sun.
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