In the year of summer
Lots of festivals everyday
Numerous famous losers
Which my sarcasm is champion
Classes of each section stars
Lots of rooms filled beams
One corner of the other lights
One square of the side emits
Athletic spartans of the fame
Olympics is where we lay our arena
Gladiators of Apollo & maidens of Artemis
The generation of modernity lives on
Might be cold on some parts of class
But therefore, Gaia herself is reigning
The main source of lightly trumpets heard
Heavenly excruciating circumstances stand
For the summer ends it'll always be
A summer's true love everlasts it go
For a love will be cherished heavenly
A class with a pair of hotness like sun
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love poems
Poetryi'm inexpressive.. hear my heart soaring cries of the wolf.. want to read what's my mind saying? try to understand me. • these poems might be rhyme schemed, free-verses (depending as well in what kind of type of poetry style i want to make.) and i m...
