Tears running down and down
Snow melt rivers turning into rapids
Seasons change
Hearts change
Spring blizzards crush early flowers
Jack Frost is not ready to slip into the floes
Not until he has his last laugh
But even he cannot hold sway on the turning of the wheel
More of my poetry is at Poetic Muse http://hubpages.com/profile/Poetic+Muse
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