Come April
Silly little spring poem I wrote last April
By Charlie McGraffPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Come April, it's warm again
The birds have started chirping
I'm tired again at night
I'm human in the morning
Come April, I'm sane again
The flowers are in bloom
Since Hell's not frozen over
I guess I'll leave my room
Come April, I'm reborn
As cliche as it might be
Will this hold up in May?
I'll have to wait and see :)
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This is such a lovely poem!
Even though our country doesn't have season variations we feel the same warmth in April. Well done!!!