Little Poem

Warm Days.

Sun radiating on your back as you sit with your feet out

Care free and happy thoughts

A smile on your face as you smell the pink flowers bloom.

Cold Nights.

Left to sit in your own thoughts of worry and dismay

Thinking of the what-ifs

And waiting for morning to arise.

Where the cycle then repeats again…

 

 

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