winter
the days are short,
the nights are long,
in this icy world,
I yearn to belong.
- to whom
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4 seasons of me
PoésieOthers write only the good, others only the bad...this is the place for those who felt both. Who loved and hated. A Journey, through a year of my Life. Winter (lonely). Spring (finding). Summer (love). Fall (losing). One year. Four seasons. One...
to whom.
winter
the days are short,
the nights are long,
in this icy world,
I yearn to belong.
- to whom
