when i am all alone, my teardrops fall as freely as the birds fly through the summer air
when i am all alone, my emotions hit me like the autumn gusts of wind that twirl the leaves around
when i am all alone, my sobs are as fierce as the raindrops striking the rooftops in winter
when i am all alone, my true colours bloom like the orchids in the springtime
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dark poems
Şiirthis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
