Day is a mere stretch of time bathed in light
Then comes a stretch of time filled with the shadows of night
But morning always returns and the birds once again sing
Nature constantly returns to a state of radiating life in this time we call spring
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My Shitty Teen Angst Poetry
PoetryIncludes poems that are.... ∞My feelings∞ ∞Observations of society∞ ∞Situations caused by society∞ ∞Turning people into poems∞ Good luck figuring out what's what
