Spring
Wednesday, June 9, 2021
It was on a spring day,
When the flowers bloomed and
The nature's children sang,
With the brightening of the sky I waited.
I wish I could say this,
But the winter left us cold.
Deep down became heartless and cold;
But young to know to the core,
I knew our youth,
Crumbling like paper.
Yes, did I work hard
For someone I hoped to find
For someone who didn't know I exist.
So as my future flourishes,
Will you come when the Camelia blooms?
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