Everything is temporary
Like the leaves crunching under my feet
Or my hands covered in scars
From the experience of my past
So when the trees turn back green
And my injuries disappeared
Try not to forget me
And how we feel deeply
In love, this morning of January
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Collection of poems - " 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 ".
PoetryWelcome to my collection of poems, a world where feelings are turned into letters and emotions into rhymes.
