spring
in the time of spring, love's fragrance in the air,
I saw her, and couldn't help but stare.
I found a spark,
maybe the missing piece igniting in the dark?
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4 seasons of me
PoesíaOthers 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...
found.
spring
in the time of spring, love's fragrance in the air,
I saw her, and couldn't help but stare.
I found a spark,
maybe the missing piece igniting in the dark?
