We breathe lightly
In the cold air
In the summer's heat
We see the moonlight's tints
And the sun's bright shade
We cry faint tears
And smile at the little cheers
We see and wonder through morning greets
We know quite little yet loathe so much
Yet you and I both live and die
At the idea of rain
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Alva's Cherry Season
ПоэзияCherry season lacks the enthusiasm Alva seeks. : A short collection of poems loathing a change of season. All of my work is copyrighted. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE any of my work. I hope you enjoy.
