Night wakes up longer than a day
It is cold at my place.
December has come with a breeze,
Year passing
Just wait for a couple of weeks.
You name it a year of lessons
Which you revised nine times a week.
Coldness spreading on the sphere,
Not only by weather, but by heart.
Year disappearing in the world of memories,
Just like our friendship.
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Author:
Undreamed Friend (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2023 11:29
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Great philosophy is sprinkled in your poem,
I feel you are sad and feel in a way upset,
Never mind, the New Year will set right
Your life to fill it with mirth and success,
I like your poem as it tells the truth only
As everyone has had some kind of sorrow,
Pen more to provoke our thoughts please!
Thanks ♥
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