how sad is the bud that never blooms!
his lot was no less than the grandest tree.
but sadder yet is the green sapling
that meets its end in summer's heat.
yet expected, in autumn,
is a pile of old leaves.
as always, winter's cold unfeeling
begins the process anew.
10.04.2007
four seasons
posted by tim at 9:57 PM
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I like this. A lot.
I'm listening to mindless ramblings about math-related things right now, so I'm having trouble expressing myself any further than that.
Seriously, though. This is REALLY good. I'm impressed.
I really like this too!
You should definitely write more poetry. I thought you took this from somewhere when I first read it.
I <3 you.
That is seriously SO good.
Sorry it took so long for me to comment on here, and even though I already told you this in person...
I really REALLY like this, Timothy. It's wonderful. I had no idea you write poetry. Be sure to share anything else you write :)
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