fall is the end of the living season and the being of the dead,the warmth has gone the cold has come , the air is filled with foul smell of death instead of the sweet smell of life
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Non-FictionTheses are my poems I make them when I feel an overwhelming emotion of sadness or anger their a few short stories too so come and read if you feel like the only one going through hell * These poems have been written from 2017 _2020
fall
fall is the end of the living season and the being of the dead,the warmth has gone the cold has come , the air is filled with foul smell of death instead of the sweet smell of life
