FOUR MONTHS OF SUMMER This thing is always Not four months of summers Beauty is something I know how I love her The Autumn shine This red brown colourful sheen The smell so soaked The worlds reflections Watching you through this gentle rain Love aint just about sunshine Those moonlit nights Or when the clouds hide the stars Love is something about always Getting somewhere hard times prevent Clinging to someone Sobbing in your arms When it seems We are all thats leftBirth sign: Gemini
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