Yeah
The powers of spring
in full bloom in June
the last path of some species
die leaving new things to grow
the last days of this month
and all I have is greatness around
To leave that world for a better one
is the hardest thing for man
but for you, flower
it is just another day of summertime
and for my face
another smile
to keep
in wintertime
when all seems dead and gone
Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2015-06-28 at 03:02
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