Spring is the birth of our love
and then the summer of our growth
Fall, our death
Winter the cold and barren time
that came after

Poetry by Kathryn Watson
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Written on 2007-03-27 at 17:09

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took all the phases of what Shakespeare calls the seven ages of man and put them into five lines

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it could be the various phases of the moon. we to go through all seasons, that's life