*Warning: Poem intended for 18+ Only
I wanted forever, but that’s not what we were
Friday after school at the twin's house.The spring approached the summerAnd my mom had left a bag…
In the cradle of winter’s icy embrace, Lies the promise of spring, a tender grace, A season reborn, with nature’s decree, A…
In the cradle of celestial design, Day and night dance, intertwined, A perpetual waltz in nature’s grand plan, A cosmic…