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Bowes. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Seasons change and the winter comes,
I feel the cold air fill up my lungs.
The early darkness; the brightness of morning,
Wheels in my head are slowly turning.
There's so much beauty in the simple sorrow,
of never knowing if we'll reach tomorrow.