a winters breeze
brushing through my hair
with a glowing, summer smile
painted on my face
the autumn haze
crunching beneath my feet
birds chirping cheerily
like a spring sunset
It's my paradise
I'm truely free
- aj
a/n: this one was so bad, just like me limerick ones, oof.
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Puisidedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
