The days growing warmer, the nights filled with the sounds of crickets and the cold crisp air and as I look at the moon I catch myself thinking of you. My love for you is growing as the flowers grow for the sun.
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Irrelevant thoughts
PoetryJust a jumble of personal experiences I've had in life, or poems I created by my design or I thought were beautiful. Some short stories of reality or imaginary. Enjoy.
