Seasons Aside Now falls the blossom on the snow As through the cherry March winds blow And through my heart the seasons flow. 1989 Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr More Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
I have a homing instinct for the stars 