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The passing of days.

Youth is like the leaves in spring
And the gentle breeze on a pleasent day
The wind blows all your cares away.

Now flowers bloom.summer is here
And a simple Rose in your garden of life
Romance awaits catch that chance don't hesitate.

Those bright green leaves fade with age
For we all grow old with the passing of days
In the end wisdom is your greatest friend.

With memories you will raise a smile
And the leaves will fall with Autumns call
The winter waits until springtime arrives again.
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Kushal kalita 3 months ago
The passing of days., by Christopher Russon 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Sonja Carnes 3 months ago
This is beautiful! Exquisite work Christopher your work is awesome!
Kushal kalita 3 months ago
Christopher Russon 3 months ago
Thank you Kushal.
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Christopher Russon 3 months ago
Thank you for your nice comment.
Christopher Russon 3 months ago
Until then let's us enjoy the summer.
Joel Lungthung 3 months ago
Too good
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