You are on page 1of 1

The youths Spring

The spring insides me


is like a never ending
whorl wind constant
and unexpected.

Sometimes the wind Blows


Hard and cold in sides me
Like a hurricane or a storm
distractive and dangerous

Sometimes the wind calm


And sun shining so bright
That can appeased the storm
And every things is great

We all have spring feeling


That can be calm and shines
Or cold and stormy
Felling insides What’s yours.

You might also like