When the sun shines too bright;
And the winds are clement
When flowers give a beautiful scent,
You start to lose your might
When you lose your breath,
Look at the serene sky
Red rivers flow as you cry
Nearing the door of death.
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Poems by an Idiot
PoesiaA collection of my poems. P.s. I'm still a noob, so any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated:)
