As the days get shorter and it starts to hurt,
I miss the peace, madness, love and beauty of the world
That dies out as soon as summer ends,
I can see the approaching shimmering lands.
I can see dandelions breaking through the grass,
I can see the life that's no longer in the past,
I wish I could touch it now, but I have to wait.
I want it to come sooner, I don't want to be late...
Flowing into sunset, paradise lives on.
A flock of street birds, we're never alone.
Patiently dreaming, never losing trust.
I don't want to wait, but I must.
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Time To Go: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAway we go, to a place we've never been to before. I am flying, and these poems are the feathers on my wings. And it's time to go on adventures. Highest Ranking: 104 in Poetry (Thank you Wattpad!)
