If I was spring and you were may,
The world would separate us anyway.
You'd be December and
I would be summer,
But we'd still be friends.
'Cause seasons are changing and time is changing.
Summer now starts with November and ends with February.
The world knows not of solitary movement.
It's always changing,
But this time it's staying.
Seasons are still and time stops.
Just for us to be together.
The world brought us together.
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Nothingless
PoesíaHighest rank in poetry: #117 short stories, poems, and sarcastic humorous witty descriptions of life. Part two in the Never To Find Series Through this book we discover the pain and happiness that Is the meaning of the word "Nothingless". Nothing...
