Spring
The sun shines, the birds sing...
The wind blows through the air, its spring.
Cool shade at dawn
Hot heat in the eve.
Pink petals, green grass
How I wish these days will last.
Pretty clouds cover the sky...
Looking at life, I watch them pass by.
Thinking of bad memories ruins it all...
Trying to get it out of your head is a real down fall.
This poem was written by Keria Jinks on Apr 17, 2008.
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