Winter never works for me
Forever alone and cold
I fear this is my destiny
Future visions of growing old
Spring brings a ray of hope
As all things old are new
Forever longing for his touch
But only if it’s true
Summer is full of endless dreams
Warm nights and mellow rains
If all else fails I’ll take a walk
My way to mask my pain
Fall sneaks upon me once again
All things new are now old
I’m never deceived by the scenery
All that glitters is not gold
So now I wait in solitude
For the rotation to start again
My mission is not in vain
Because the seasons never end
About the Creator
Latrice Jones
I am Latrice Handy Jones, No longer a prisoner of my past, I am creating my life using the power of my mind and enjoying every second of it. Follow me on Instagram: @iamtricejones Facebook: @cheflatricejones YouTube: @cheflatrice jones
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