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El color es irrelevante A mí Es la belleza natural Que es absolutamente Deslumbrante e importante A mí
It's always at dawn It's always in the shadows That the criminals rob The innocent as well as the guilty It's deep in the dark night
_SEASONAL COMPLIMENTARY_ ```From all of me @CLOUDNINE``` Wishing...
there’s nothing like a summer evening hair loose and feet bare dumb grins and happy stares the sun hits the air just so and the world glows
The smell of ginger bread fills the kitchen with the heat of an oven reminding me I am home. Stepping outside is a shock wave of senses, the smell of snow in the air that the wind has left behind.
The seasons are all changing, the schedule of the day is rearranging. It's finally time to put the shorts away, and to bring the sweaters out for the cold days.
The leaves are changing,  The seasons are rearranging.  The Summer is leaving,  The kids are grieving.  Time for sweaters, and more chilly weather.  Hot coffee or hot chocolate in hand,
Hello, rainforest In wet season I write you While the clouds pour rain And by the terrain, I sit I am glad it's very warm
In the soft whisper, of the November gust, rustle the leaves of fall, the leaves just must!
July   I remembered I felt No purpose Surrounded by a neglected glance,                                                           
In summertime, our love is radiant, like orchids swaying in the breeze. In wintertime, our love is warm — it blooms from Head to toe.
A christmas wish
She dances with an icy heart, cold, unyielding to rays of light. She creeps up, plants a kiss upon your cheek, A forgotten lover leaving traces of frostbite in her wake. There is no beating in her chest;
With winter almost here it's time to layer on thick its days are drawing near so I'll make this real quick.   After the last leaves fell it was time for a new season
purple grey   the frost eclipses the sick sun, sure to succumb to the wonderland   red orange  
Snow to sleet, and sleet to snow Trudging softly to and fro. Waiting for the golden glare Always hidden, never there.   Sweetly “singing in the rain” Quite a lie, to my disdain.
Tonight is the springing of my loving; The final season you are to know. You could be the shine to my growing; So little light I've seen before.   Tomorrow will blossom your emotion;
A season gone, Not far, but too long
Fall is upon us, the cool air surprises me, Fall Break overjoys. Football rivalries, The pep rallies are so tense, Filled with school spirit.
Sweet Autumn weepsfor the trees and leaves and flowers that depart as she arrivesand the warmth of the earth that attempts to cling to herin frenzied desperationbut its fingertips are weak and cannot hold on
Dancing the dance of the slowly dying, your defiant grin is reflected in every Jack-O-Lantern, stitched, into every Scare-Crow.   You shower the ground in a flurry of colorful confetti
It’s this time of year that makes me wish you were here. It’s hard to enjoy the falling leaves, When all I have is this burden to heave, So the next time you see me I want you to remember,
A walk in the park would be nice the trees blowing, swaying to the winds rhythm It's where the birds sing. Watching as all the humans speak. all the beautiful women flash in the latest and hottest fashion.
Warm scents fill the air Fall is here, thanksgiving is near But first kids dress up and play And in search of candy, hunt the night away The leaves are falling and the air is sweet
Through the trees and in the wind The world was never there. But then a song made it begin And so that we are here.
Fresh green leaf turn red The hot air turn slightly cold Fall is coming soon
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