Category : Poems

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Summer after a green spring, 
Winter after a wonderful fall.  
The spring that has not yet come, 
But I am still waiting for it.  

Soft kisses on cold lips, 
Warm hands on my dry skin.
Thoughts gathered in my mind, 
My guitar makes sounds alone.  

We talk about the future 
About which we know nothing, 
Feeling that in high school.

We do not follow rules,
 We follow our blind hearts.
We want to feel like first,
 We want to feel only kisses on our lips.