In summer,
I left,
Your warmth.
In winter,
I returned,
To your embrace.
You waited,
For my return.
For you knew,
That seasons change,
Like people do.
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Pouring Out
Poetry"If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty." - Rainer Maria Milke Poetry is present everywhere in our day to day life. Everything around...
9 - Change
In summer,
I left,
Your warmth.
In winter,
I returned,
To your embrace.
You waited,
For my return.
For you knew,
That seasons change,
Like people do.
