Looking at the Window

Looking at the Window

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Complete Sat, Aug 10, 2013<5 mins

Poetry

Tagsdark glass grass ice joy

A short poem on the changing of seasons. A/N: This is a work that I wrote during a warm-up for my English class. I decided to turn it into and poem and post it on here. Hope you like it! :)

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𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 {𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐢}

Winter comes for all of us, we are falling and falling out of love just like the snow does. Blooming can be presented just like when love starts blooming and becomes a beautiful flower that everyone can look at in the spring. In the summer it can only become stronger because of the sun shining over it, though, in the autumn when the leaves of all these beautiful colors fall to the ground, rain starts pouring, everything gets gloomier, those flowers that nature had taken care of are long forgotten, maybe that's how love and feelings work as well. Though, the frost is left on those flowers like a memory. -Hoonki

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