Tuesday, January 6, 2015

2015, A New Year

A new year
A new me
A new season
A new tree
Winter to Spring
and Summer to Fall
In our life,
Is that all?
Seasons change
and our memories will fade
The days feel grey 
But still I don’t know the shade
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  1. AnonymousJanuary 14, 2015 at 8:02 PM

    I remember reading this... The reason I liked this poem is because I felt like I understood where you were coming from talking about the days becoming grey because it is pretty much routine.

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