Like the sunrise during mornings,
and the flowers during spring.
It is clear. Impossible? No, it is inevitable-
for my feelings to never falter.
Like the stars during evenings,
and the song of the birds that sing.
They falter.
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What We Are
PoesíaFiguring out who you are to me and who I am to you shouldn't be that hard. --- What We Are: A Poetry Collection
