Circle
I see the rich trees in the summer
they fade and falter
I see the yellow leaves in the fall
they fall and die
I see the hills in the winter
they drown in the white heavy cream
I see flowers in the spring
they are trodden down
I see myself all the time
and I tire of this endless circle
they fade and falter
I see the yellow leaves in the fall
they fall and die
I see the hills in the winter
they drown in the white heavy cream
I see flowers in the spring
they are trodden down
I see myself all the time
and I tire of this endless circle
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I just wrote this tonight, need to know if it's ok! :) And what genre would you say it is?