SummerA Poem by Charlotte
the realization that time will still pass,
and seasons will come and go keeps me sane. the sight of leaves falling gives me anxiety the thought of something ending. i will have good days, bad days, and some in between. the constant moving and changing. snow seems odd. but it will always melt. flowers will come, the sun will come. summer will come once again. so its not a goodbye, just a see you soon.
© 2017 CharlotteAuthor's Note
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