Original Poems

horizons fall away, as wishes fade;
as life your hopes and dreams begins to shift

for love, it is a yielding and a giving;
sometimes, to those
who do not want the gift

as birds will go away with winter’s sorrow,
but come back home again one day, and sing

the pain you’ll feel today, you may tomorrow
but love will come, in time
just like the spring

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