Do the flowers that flourished in spring
Remember the winters wring
That made them wither at last
Don't they know what followed, passed?
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poetry of a pitiful 'poet'
PoetryA collection of poems i've written while being partially asleep and/or on the bus to school. Eng/Ger
Winters wring
Do the flowers that flourished in spring
Remember the winters wring
That made them wither at last
Don't they know what followed, passed?
