Don ReardenApr 15, 20171 min readSpring Tears hearts melt, breaktears puddle, poolinnocence, a snowdriftgone, in a flash cry not, for snowwinter returns, soon enoughthe sidewalk, will dryuntil tears rain, again again, and again
hearts melt, breaktears puddle, poolinnocence, a snowdriftgone, in a flash cry not, for snowwinter returns, soon enoughthe sidewalk, will dryuntil tears rain, again again, and again
The Dead AI version of Me: A Living Author's Exploration of Artificial Intelligence and a Dead Version of Himself [Part 1 of a 3 Part Series, Written by the Real, and Not-Dead-Yet Don Rearden]
So Long, Aprilthen in came the winds screaming down the mountain the giant hemlock shaking angry as us all that the end of April feels like the end of Fall and now snow does with the gust white whirling snow devils