Category : Poems

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Summer is gone with our feelings, 
It's night, it's cold and I get sick.
  Summer left taking the warmth I felt in my soul,
 On my skin, on her mouth, on the lips.  

We will have to invent another season
 'cause autumn confuses our hearts
 And brings dry branches into our veins, 
Forgotten promises that turn into nightmares
 While others have fulfilled wishes,
 Sweet kisses and dreams.