We made to the end, The end of the beginning, The beginning to the end, The final class of all our spinning Our heads run wild,
By Gia Leigh5 years ago in Poets
The sun, the moon, the stars, the view. The sky. I say it’s magical. The way the sun melts away, leaving behind a beautiful array of colour, that changes every time.
Feelings are the seasons of life Temporary thoughts and tears throughout these years Some are liked, while others we dress polite
A reflection. The light that bounces around us catching both good and bad. A reflection. The words we think, express and write when our minds come to conclusions and confusions.
