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another one I wrote. Let me know which one you think is better.
Along with every single setting
sun, comes another new, crisp morning breeze,
When hearts and cars in Boston are running,
And the crisp autumn season has turned leaves.
Lovers are longing for the summer days,
When the trees are green and so full of life.
Children yearn for winter to change its ways,
When they're snowed inside and caught up in strife.
But the seasons come and the seasons go,
Leaving a lover's heart blackened and maimed.
But they shall love again when the wind blows,
and upon it is sung a song-sweet name.
All the happiness found upon this wind,
is found where poets dream and love begins.
Comment and let me know which one you think is better.
Along with every single setting
sun, comes another new, crisp morning breeze,
When hearts and cars in Boston are running,
And the crisp autumn season has turned leaves.
Lovers are longing for the summer days,
When the trees are green and so full of life.
Children yearn for winter to change its ways,
When they're snowed inside and caught up in strife.
But the seasons come and the seasons go,
Leaving a lover's heart blackened and maimed.
But they shall love again when the wind blows,
and upon it is sung a song-sweet name.
All the happiness found upon this wind,
is found where poets dream and love begins.
Comment and let me know which one you think is better.