March

March

The time of breeze

Breeze that carries the love with its winds

Breeze that reassures

 

March

It was yesterday that sparked a light

The light of march that brings hope

But the words that haunt from January comes

January

“I can’t do this to myself”

The words that pierced me

The light that was lit by our hearts

 

March

“I can’t do this to you”

The thoughts of this dangerous month floods

And the breeze blows out that light

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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