Spring child,
you pass by flawlessly;
Beautiful to the eyes,
I weep at the scenery.
Surrounded by Daisies,
basking in the sun;
Your smile outshone,
even the brightest ones.
Me, a fellow,
a somebody;
Can I reach you
From everybody?
Out there, where people smile,
I'll be a shadow;
A spirit who flees,
But you, is who I'll follow.
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"Diary of Words"
Acak: tntnpy Collection of words I compiled together whenever I'm bored. [random stories] 2/24/23 - x/xx/xx
