“Summer”
My pastel colored life,
Monotoned voice,
Blank facial expression
It would always change when it hits it:
The middle week of June
That is the best time of my life
Don’t you agree that summer is the best season?
Augusts are especially hot
It’s also a season for a maiden to love
Her love would be hotter than the sun,
Tastier than ice cream and watermelon
Oh, I can smell it from here!
How wonderful to see,
What a pleasant view from March
March where full of life is born
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My Odd Consciences
PoesíaI wrote these poem when I was 13-14, I write a lot about how I was in pain, which in retrospect is not much. But at the time it felt like the end of the world :o
