Changing of seasons

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"Tired Leaves"
In spring were born the green of summer. With fingers worn and Autumn far from nigh.  They quit and no one notices.
Seasons
The spring has come with flowers in bloomTheir colors bright as dayAs if bursting from a mother's wombThey chase the blues away
Spring has began
When the cold, harsh winter has given its last breath,
"The Queen of the Underworld" Syndrome
  In the spring, the newborn sunlight glistened through her partially bleached hair. Her eyes sparkled in the warm daylight, as they glazed over the fiction novel she rented from the library.
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