Spring of May...
You became so far away
Everything around me became grey
You're not only spring of May
...
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Love in the springtime is ever so beautiful. It blooms like the flowers. Sooner or later the love that flourish will fade away like the fresh flowers. Hopefully the seeds of love will remain. Nice write.
nice piece... You haunt my inner diary Your picture doesn't leave I think you stole my heart What a harsh sticky thief!
I read your pretty poem. You have great imagination that helps you too much. I loved your poem. Keep writing more. Thanks.
No doubt a great poem here...loved it_Soul