The sun comes and goes on a cold Autumn day
And I think on fun and how quickly it passeth away.
The flower that bloomed
Is soon entombed,
Or if it blooms still
A rill
Of tears
Marks it’s all too tender years.
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K Morris - Poet 
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Many thanks for sharing. Best wishes. Kevin
great to meet you I got your info off Mostly blogging meet and greet…. good to meet you and look for to hearing and seeing more blogging Poetry I too am a post you may be intereted in my life story blog http://rosaryandredsox.com/8-organic-life-style-things/
blessings donna marie
Many thanks for liking my poem and commenting. Its good to meet you also and I look forward to checking out your blog. Kind regards. Kevin