A mysterious breeze blows,
Is it Autumn?
Or is it Spring?
These seasons mirror each other,
Don't you think?
This world mirrors itself along its hemisphere.
Lime to Emerald, then Gold to Bronze.
Two seasons, like a calm before the storm.
Do you see what I see?
A tango between birth and death,
The music billowing then sighing,
As different as day and night
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Petals of Poetry
PoezieIn the garden of poetry, these are just a few petals of Poetry I will share. These will be from my two different Neobook accounts. Book 3 in my Poetry series. Book 1 - Poetry Collection Book 2 - Words Against War series ( a seven part poetry collect...
