The flowers may bloom, but they will wilt soon,
The birds may sing, but even they must take wing,
The butterfly flies, but soon says goodbye,
But the sun, moon, and stars above, remind us all of Gods blessed love.
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Poetry
PoetryThe poems that I'm most proud of. Feel free to use them in your stories if you think they'd fit. (As long as you give a shout-out, I appreciate you giving my book a chance. ❤️ 😊 )
