When it was spring,
The stillness turned.
In summertime,
The promise burned.
Autumn brought
The curse of fate.
By winter’s edge
It was too late.
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by Joseph Balletti / May 14th, 2017
When it was spring,
The stillness turned.
In summertime,
The promise burned.
Autumn brought
The curse of fate.
By winter’s edge
It was too late.
This article was posted on Sunday, May 14th, 2017 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
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