"Because the prettiest season is spring.
Not because of the bees,
or the younglings brought to the world.
Not because of the flowers blooming and the warm sun that shines above the silent stream.
It is because the petals that once bloomed for a glance, and leaves that could never fall even during fall. Spring is over now. Summer didn't even come, and autumn almost ran by.. now it was winter and it's cold. So cold- the breeze is unbearable, the cold is biting every bit off of me and I am unable to comprehend a single detail around me."
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random poems
Poésievery sappy, some may be nice. suit yourself and find what's best for your taste. i hope u get to find pieces of your mind and soul within my words, resonating with my thoughts.
