I always seem to find poems in my sadness; I guess that's why I always write about you
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YOU ARE READING
The blossom of a poet
PoetryWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
You are my sadness
I always seem to find poems in my sadness; I guess that's why I always write about you
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