Sun went and go,
like a compass it arched 180,
until dawn came
as it's dusk took it away.
Trees swayed
as they loose some of it's own leaves,
life needs to let go of the dead ones
so something new grows for a brand new day.
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Diary of an Introvert
PoetrySecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.
