Poem: N&N

The sun is now cold.

The words of the mother nature live in my soul.

Hearing the birds sing a song that is not familiar.

Listening to the trees as they whisper my secrets.

Looking at the seeds as they start to bloom.

The nature of love is lacking it nurture to make it.

When will the rain start again?

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