Summer's breezes are blowing,
And the skins are shining.
The sky's sun is showing-
A beautiful blue day may be
When the landscapes are lustrous—
Listening to the loudest cries
Upon the Moon and one dies
A flower crushed underneath, demise,
Precious little boy, don't go there denies.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that I've written about all different things. Breakups, loss of people, death, anger, etc.
