Almost Poem by Cheyenne Magee
Almost
It's the time of year
I usually love
but this year I have other things to love.
I'm scared to let go
time just seems to go by so fast
I want forever to last...
January is far away...
for now....
but with each passing day it grows near,
I fear the words 'it's almost here'
I'll remember you always
even then
even when
its time to say
'It's almost here'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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