To me, you are just a passing season
You will come and go,
Time will fleet and I will forget you
Leaves will fall down and grow back to its tree
I can just look forward for the next season.
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Unheard Words
Poetry"Tʜᴇ sᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴜʀ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ. Iғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ." -- Unheard Words *Unheard Words is a collection of poems written in English. Disclaimer: Photo used in the cover is not m...
