There's still snowflakes and the stinging feeling on my nose. But yet I'm looking forward, looking ahead, to gentle breezes and sun kissed fruit.
The trees are bare and they are unwavering in the season. I on the other hand can't wait.
Winter may be the shedding of the past and early dark nights filled with secrets and mystery- but Spring. Oh Spring! Spring is new, sweetness, and a dozen promises in each hour.
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Another Day, Another Tear
Şiir"We were trying to save a sinking boat. And that's the problem: I'd do it again if I'll drown with him. " My poems from 2019-2021.
