Time, too fleeting.
Glory days, meager.
A brisk gust of spring
Before the sultry summer.Young love, fragile-
Dies out too quick.
Splendid a feeling
Yet brief and short-lived.Everything comes and goes
Life is made up of begginings.
And all of those begginings,
Have their own endings too.
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An Anamnesis Of Spring √
PoetryI do not blame the rain for my tears. - Complete YT Spring Book Awards 2021 winner #33 in poems 3.22.21 #25 in poetry 12.10.22