The Seasons Changed

First experience of puppy love and first and only attempt at poetry (Not Written By Me)

A flower was once given to me
New in young you must let it be
A day goes by its petals grow
The fragrance you smell
Yes, you know...

A week goes by, its petals wither
A dead end road, makes me shiver
But yet, another's been given to me
Another flower, I must let be
by R.L. Karczewski


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Inspired by a 1st love
circa: 1988