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The winter of your absence I hide and freeze Entombed beneath the sheets of ice And sleep a thousand deaths * The springtime of your nascence I wake and thaw Swell and split with roots of white Shoots of the brightest sheen * The summer of your presence I thrive and bloom Bedecked is wondrous petalled shades I burst and bear my fruit * The autumn of your distance I shrink and curl Corrupted back into the earth Embrace eternal winter *
It was that time of year again; the time where the seasons are changing from spring to summer, when the fresh morning dew sits delicately on the grass and flowers, as the sweet morning sun filters softly over everything in sight.
I sat down on the old wooden bench as I pulled my cardigan across my chest and crossed my arms. Web cam atult switzerland video.