<bgsound src="Telephone_Line.mid" loop=infinite> The Fourth Season
(my last poem)

It's all I have now, this nothing...
this silence...of snowflakes grounded-
icy wind came and blew my candle out
and what a strange way it sounded

howling goodbye, echoing farewell
it sure did seem like it expelled a laugh
this nothing is all I have to leave
doesn't make a good photograph

but I welcome the fourth season now
and freeze in all its glory
nothing left to write about for you
it's quite a simple story

and I've failed somehow but now
I shall pass in dignity and not cry
blindly withered...into a darkened sky
and this is where I smile goodbye
:-)

You see, I have this nothing
and nothing has reason
and it doesn't mean anything
passing through the fourth season.

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yes, this is truly the end of it all...
my words here are all you've got-
writer's block, no longer fought,
remember me well, or remember me not.


Peace.