The days are cold
Under the shining sun
Her whispered words
Are heard by none
But it if I listen carefully
I can hear her sweet melody
Through trial and error we all learn
But tribulation has her skin burn
But her smiles, I know she tries
Hope with her means not to die
Because spring will come
When winter's gone
Time for Summyr to carry on
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I wrote this for RoseandRaven158 for her birthday. Happy birthday my lovely.
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Midnight Writings
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems that I've written over a period of time. They range from a few personal pieces to pieces about simple things or day to day reality. Most of my pieces are just words that cross my mind that fall into a poem without me e...
