MY HAIKU: My love is forever young.

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MY HAIKU.

My old passion of spring grows fickle.:
As a virgin of my summers youth.
She is my mother earth.
She is my womb and my tomb.
At the end of my days.
As I lay in winters peace 

God Bless You
May all be well with you
DMD

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