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February rain
and February nights
—the month of love
suddenly comes so nice
February days
and February vice
—the time of chances
suddenly comes for us
How high the heavens must be
how low must we sink
to be stuck in a month
full of nothing but—
February chimes
and February dimes
—the help we need
suddenly becomes scarce
February heights
and February colds
—the days of old
can't catch up anymore
How vast must the world be
how deep must the oceans flow
to be such fools in a loveless row
full of everything but—
February lies
and February deaths
—the truth of days
comes knocking again
February ends
and February exiles
—the shades of gray
fulfill the senile
How wild must our youth become
how scarred must our souls end
such intricate displays of art
full of something to be—
February wind
and February hail
—the month of love
will all things prevail?
YOU ARE READING
a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.
Poetry❝𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞ ˜"*°•˜"*...
