The admist of rain,
The burning train,
The cyclonic chaos,
All will end one day.
The humble bees,
The flowering trees,
The romantic sky,
All are achieved by accepting the end.
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The Seasoned LOVE
PoetryWhen you first meet someone.. there's this feeling that arises, often confused among Love and Likeness, confusion of shadow remains. There are short poems within on Love, Hate, Confusion and a lot of metaphors to describe the 3 basics.
