Weather love

The wind, the rain, the sunset

all in one place,

is it possible for such thing to be seen all at once?

seems to me like it is every time we have those occasional small talks

when the wind comes through

it probably means your words will be cold even if its June

but they glide by my side because

i know those harsh words don't come from your sweet heart

it cant be possible for you to be kind when you're feeling cold inside

let me warm you up

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poem by Melissa Lora
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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