Monday, September 24, 2012

Poetry By Christina G. Rossetti




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why did summer die
making students cry
and birds sigh?
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why do flowers, that bloom to please,
take no tease from trees,
but smile, wither, and die at ease?
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Things change or hide
at times, to fit the cycles of life,
no need to ask why.

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