like the varied seasons
you're constantly changing
yet so unaware of it
one day warm as the summer sun
but then comes the winter cold
as alive, colours burst like spring morning
but empty as death when autumn came
-k.l.p
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Thoughts of a Mad Person
PoetryCollection of poems by an old lost soul. Let's keep these thoughts between you and I. Throw the judgements through the window. And embrace each other's vulnerability. It's my void of fantasy to escape the harsh reality.
