My first impression of you was sombre
You'd cry day after day
You suddenly brought color to my bleak world
Shining bright as you sung songs of love
Branching out resulted in our budding romance
Our love blossoming like a flower
But soon weeds sprouted up
And that flower died
You were my first love
That eventually caused my lament
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Passing Seasons
PoetryThis was a writing prompt about seasons. In this poem I personified the seasons. Please leave feedback about this poem.
