morning,
greeting the town gently,
carrying pilgrims home
the ones who are lucky
to outstay the heartbreaking party.
the april is everlasting
unless the pavements burn into gold.
the heat is temporary,
romance is progressing intense.
the kids whose hearts is fluorescent
watch the light reflects on the fence
spirits,
layed deep in the parks
now florish on the inside.
our shoulders,
kissed by the sun
blessed to live,
to be a lovestruck
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online poetry
Poetrycompilation of nonlinear internet-influenced poetry about being young and in love and being betrayed, growing up and life celebration
