You are just like the seasons. Summer is my favorite. Warm and easy with the sun always shining and the heat caressing my face. And that cool breeze at night. Careless summer with no worries and the best memories. Spring is nice too. It's a tad cooler and the flowers are in bloom and the temperature is just right. I don't care for fall as much. With all the colors changing and unpredictable weather. The leaves are always falling from the trees. But winter is the worst. So harsh and cold with no thought of warmth. The coldness burns and is numb. You are just like the seasons. Forever changing into something more indestructible.
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Book of Poems
PoesíaThis is a book full of poems. Most of them are based off of books I have read and could be told in different points of views:) and it is important to remember that poems don't ever have to rhyme
