The changing of the seasons

The changing of the seasons
Gone from cold to hot
Another path before me,
taken it, I have not

The sun is up
The moon it shines
It will only cease
when I stop my rhymes

I’m staring again
again at the sun
I’m blind again
blind on the run

© MH
13/09/2011

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