The snow starts to fade,
As the trees grow leaves for shade,
Turning their page,
Freeing her from the cage,
Fire burning inside,
Warming the outside,
Tulips growing tall,
Looking pretty like the fall,
Love starts to grow,
But they both don't know,
About the future up ahead,
When one is put in a forever bed.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
