Source: We Heart It
Spring Death
You left me in Spring When air turned grey and all the flowers Died… Spring has become a time of mourning for me Not the rebirth and renewal which should be happening I barely survive… each Spring Becoming worse than before My life… Grey… Desolate… Dust… Yet… Life goes on © 2014 Annie Original PoetryAlways…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
ANNIE'S MUSE 
Jun 07, 2014 @ 15:16:51
Seasons or months have way of doing this to us whether the memories are happy or sad. By the way, did you mean mourning or mooring? Thought I would let you know about a possible typo. 🙂
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Jun 07, 2014 @ 18:50:44
Thanks Kim … spell check did not catch it … and I didn’t either!
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