AirA Poem by Blackbird95
Air flows
Like no one knows The Gemini Twins Wrapped in bows. The real gift is the present, The pain is from the past. Let go of the hatred, The misery will not last. Every day's a blessing. Even this f*****g one. Tomorrow will bring sunflowers Today's pain will be done. Yesterday was flowers Tomorrow may be gold, But if I count on rainbows, Disappointment will get old. © 2018 Blackbird95 |
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