Flowing breeze was cold.
It was moving slowly, calm and smooth.
On that winter night,
I saw her, my eyes could not move.
I wanted to look.
Her cheeks looked like Summer glow.
The next night, we talked.
We lived our Spring days,
Talking, laughing with Sunny smiles.
Then fall came, took her by surprise.
Never saw her again,
But her warmth is in my mind.
Under the Winter sky,
I wait for her.
I just wait,
And wait.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
