Young love, fleeting like snowdrops
Melting snowflakes in the spring
One moment there and the next gone
Made more beautiful in its foolish haste
But also branding perpetual scars.
Some cannot break free from these old chains
Others simply wither away
Yet still there are those
Fighting the dazzling flame with passion undeniable
Carried on the ephemeral wind,
Their feelings burn to sweep away all doubts.
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A Poetry Collection
PoetryJust a book of poetry filled with thoughts that run through my head. Warning! Can be triggering! Some newer poems may have mature themes.
