This double so called spring does never come its way
spring as a winter phase
This Spring doesnt come at all its way its coming and just the next day its a completely gone creating another kind of a fairytale my days are so long I cant remember the start I usually was outside people does the things they did I am always away from what they do say and sing
My world so differ and I cant change to fit the rest as it doesnt resonate with who I truly do am
sorry to say but I discover and live this life and world my own real true way everything I go through and everything I say its never been felt so does I dont care for those who dont care anymore I get so much time for so many other for my worlds I simply Enjoy !
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Darkos
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“JUNE 25, 2024”
LOOKING THROUGH MY BACK PAGES IS THE THEME NO SCHEME JUST SEEMS THE THING TO DO. Here it is 2015. Christmas eve. Happy Holidays to everyone and Merry Christmas and all that jazz. Have a prosperous New Year. May we be in the mood for peace and love instead of hate. May we learn to love each other as human beings. May we learn to not always be at war.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 days ago in Poets
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