As the Winter ends
And February gets ferther
Earth will bloom blossoms
From deep under
the earth we call mother
Shall be everylasting
If we remember
That hate is the last thing
That we should show
Twards one another
We need the love to grow
And not go down like thunder
What would you call
A bird that can not fly
That gave it its all
But the sky's only reach was its eyes
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POEMS
PoesiaTheses are the feeling that you keep inside and never let out Those feelings when your heart can never stop beating Those feelings that you can never explain And feelings you have yet to experience
