I wrote this one a day after my birthday. Time passes by so quickly. Did I even do anything with it? Poem 222 of 365 – The smell of rotting flowers Lingers in the airA warning of another yearThat passed by unawareAnother birthday came and wentI feel the time was poorly spentAnd I must replay the […]
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Essie Writes Poetry 