Flowers outside are
covered in snow. Spring has come,
yet winter won't go.
Wind throught the branches
telling its tale. A tale we
will never quite know.
A day that looks warm,
but is cold as can be. Like
so many around.
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A Poet's Canvas
PoetryMy role in society, or any artist or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all. - John Lennon (Feel free to comment on my poems with what yo...
