Beautiful, stunning and shining so bright.
But all colors fade with the absence of light.
Spring gives life and winters a killer.
For some time they're full and others they wither.
Our worlds are alike, there's good and there's bad.
They're like us, they're happy, they're sad.
But when it comes time to grow they still soak up the sun.
Fully aware that another winter will come. They know they will die and they know that it comes soon.
But none of the flowers will refuse to bloom.
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My Poetry Works
PoetryThis contains most of the poems I have written and I will be adding more as I write them. Most of these poems are just written freely without following any guidelines, I find that my most creative and meaningful pieces dont follow any one style. I j...
