Their summer love breeds
My discontent
Fall is hard
Beneath the mask
An endless loop
Unexpected
A cornucopia of
Miraculous blessing
Fluffy white blankets
Could have beens
Constantly replayed
Hold no warmth
In the dead of winter
New life blooms pink
Happiness springs
Eternal
They bask in sunlit playgrounds
While my well-rehearsed smile
Sits
With the shadow
Of my solitude
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Catalyst
PoetryArt is science. Science is art. To seek to prove this hypothesis is the greatest adventure. Breathe deep. Enjoy the ride. All it takes is one spark to ignite the passion of imagination, ambition, desire, or a dream that can change the world. You ho...
