The autumn has gone, the leaves fell yet again
The spring comes, new leaves.
It's autumn again.
and again
in the same cycle
but time hasn't stopped.
From playing in the scorching sun all day long
to sitting at our desks even on festivals,
from delighting at the sight of an ice lolly
to wondering why the sugar doesn't seem sweet anymore,
from sitting on your father's shoulders
and crying after a fight with your brother
to talking to them once a week,
from going to school every day
to not knowing where your friends are
from speaking whats on our minds
to learning the art of being fake
from being unknown to the evils of the world
to carrying a heavy heart
and walking in the cold rain
time flew
and somewhere in between
we grew up
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epiphany
Poetry(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand A collection of poems and writeups
