Vines in the summer
Vines in the summer
Climbing the walls
Sweet smelling flowers
Singing the songs
Lost to the hours
Swing back the gate
Sunlight empowers
Vines in the winter
Vines in the winter
Watch them decay
Shrink and wither
Fall from the stone
Down they slither
Those on the ground
watch them come hither
Vines in the summer
Vines in the winter
The circle of time
flows so quickly
Each layer settled
spreading so thickly...
And on those vines
Rest the thorns...
Prick your finger
and everyone mourns...















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