I just can't believe it, that this little world of ours is starting change. Slowly but surely, we all begin to evolve.
Children are running innocently no more, they now chase for greed.
Not greed for wealth but for things, things that they desire to feel.
That is our world now, this little room we own called youth
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Fall
PoesíaAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
