And then suddenly the wind in my chest softened, there had been a storm raging inside of me for years, but when you walked by the clouds parted and the sun started to rise. Everything was still in a flurry, but one of a happier kind, you slowed my racing mind. But just like the days, we too had to end, and so we parted ways. And you brought your sunrise into another persons life, and I did the same with my storm.
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The blossom of a poet
詩歌Words 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...
