Seasons of the Heart
The tender human heart has its seasons:
Its summer’s joy, but sorrows when it snows.
When silence comes, and peace surrounds,
Its autumn falls, then solitude, its golden spring!
Composed by V on 30th November, 2009 04:57
The tender human heart has its seasons:
Its summer’s joy, but sorrows when it snows.
When silence comes, and peace surrounds,
Its autumn falls, then solitude, its golden spring!
Composed by V on 30th November, 2009 04:57
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