spring
in the empire of spring, where love takes flight,
I saw her, a captivating sight.
their presence,
like a gentle breeze,
stirred a longing deep within,
a love to seize.
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4 seasons of me
PoetryOthers 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...
SPRING
spring
in the empire of spring, where love takes flight,
I saw her, a captivating sight.
their presence,
like a gentle breeze,
stirred a longing deep within,
a love to seize.
