Forever is too young where the stars begin,
And old when the cloud is spring.
The ones everyone know don't know themselves,
Because air is enjoyed,
by only those who trap them with pins.
February is not far from the stream,
but May broke her fetcher in grief.
How dare you call September a thief,
when you won't learn to hide your joy and kin.
I am only a servant of my dreams,
When I can let October wash away my Sins.
If tomorrow is too far away to see,
I know my eyes will smile the moment I sleep
©ezekielmau
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