Summer is just winter dressed up in pretty words.
Spring and autumn, reverse and play again.
All these seasons, yet there's never a finale.
It's getting closer though, the world that I see is getting darker.
As I breathe out a finale time, I hope there is end music playing for all the watchers.
YOU ARE READING
A Poem A Day Keeps The [something] Away
PoetryEN: My beautiful poems. Excuse the sarcasm. ~ SV: Mina vackra dikter. Ursäkta sarkasmen.