There he thinks
With rain coming down the window
Nothing nobody can link
The fire that begins to kindle
Fresh air that is blown
Directly into his face
Vibration of his phone
Held something he could not embrace
Just like the season previous
It came to an end
Mislead by someone so devious
He had nothing left to defend
Snow came to mislead spring
Her friend had mislead her
But there is one missing thing
He wishes it was left how it were.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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