A poem about the mark we leave on the world when we're gone and about legacies. Thank you for reading :) <3
spring is the season of renewal.
The rain has washed the world clean Rinsed each eye of its jaded smog
Circular cycles cycling round...
I wrote this two years ago with such high hopes. Despite this person putting me through so much, they opened me up and showed me a new world.
for those ready for renewal