That last one was cheery, yes? Ah well I shall try again.
Amazing how much
One can hate the snow
Astounding that such
Would still like to know
When will all the beauty
Of emerald green and blue
Blossom nice and pretty
Instead of all this white goo
Yes I know that
Lots would prefer the snow
But in spring at
The very end will show
The beauty and the brilliance
Ah yes spring and wonderful summer
No one can be of defiance
The joys it brings unlike the winter
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Poems
PoetryJust something that explains my feelings, my thoughts, and whats going on around me. Most of the poems in this won't even rhyme so don't expect a masterpiece. Enjoy <3
