The benches are empty
Where trees were once both lushous and full
Only when spring comes
And does her delocate dance
Here people still venture
On a nice Summyr's day
Waiting for Wintyr's harsh breeze
Still everyone's mind is at ease
The families, they come
They children, they play
Just for a walk
On Cherry Blossom Lane
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Writings
PoetryThis 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...
