gardens bloom, and the suns shine,
lovers blush under the old pine.
when the clouds gather, and they run,
i think about what we might've done.
i cannot cage the moments in my rhymes,
as the wilted roses remind me of our times.
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Stains | Completed
Poesia❝the day you'll return, is when i'll write about rainy days and coffee stains.❞ *** Lowercase intended for stylistic purposes. A poetry book. Other information inside. Completed. Cover credits to @Zayn_Imagines. ♠ My original work. All rights are re...
