Together we saw many springs
Delights of summers that many came
A door is closed A day has passed
But we hold memories of lovely evenings
That we will cherish for all seasons to come
When flowers may or may not blossom
When the rain may or may not shower
When stars may or may not shine
When the sun may or may not be bright
With hands in each other's hands
Together we will see many springs
Delights of summers that many will come
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Unpublished Poems
PoetryI had worked on my poem one whole summer, perfecting the story and structure and rhyme and rythym. And when he read it he asked, 'Why don't you write about what you feel when you can write very well? I mean all that goes on in your head, that rage i...
