She had spring
Running in her veins
But he made her feel as warm
As a summer’s sun
That her petals slowly unfolded,
All wet with dew;
She bloomed rainbow hues
But instead of keeping her warm
In the season of winter;
He fluttered away
In the wind
Like autumn leaves.
-Sina
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Love and other Drugs ✔️
PoetryYou must know real war To walk into my life with No bulletproof vest on⚔️ This is my book of poetry about love in all forms: growth, healing and other drugs. I hope you enjoy it, as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life! 🦄 WARNING: This is m...
