Leaving.
Though they are leaving,
These times behind,
Forever will they be known,
And forever to be admired,
For they come as the wind,
And pass us by wearing smiles,
The tears that are bared,
Have been hollowing and joyous,
Contagious they spread,
A hypnotic emotion,
Unsure about futures,
But loved they will be,
Treasured in hearts,
And cherished to me.
C.
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Impressions
PoetryThoughts, feelings, ideas, the important and the not. They say you express yourself through art, through paint on canvass or a strum of your guitar. Your entire being, your soul, poured out to create a single piece of artwork that gives others jus...
