Last Poem by Angel A. Lockwood
Last
Everything has an order
Just as there is a time for anything to be done under the Sun
The timing of the universe has come and the creation's approval has begun. The flowers has bloomed. The sun light begin to leave slightly pass noon. The last of the warm days are gone and the memories looms over the autumn weather, seems too soon. It's the last of warm weather until next year June.
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