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I never felt winter,
never experienced its cold
on a sun drenched morning
nor on a snow induced cozy moment

I never felt spring’s rain
never danced
as I felt it pour over my soul
while watching the flowers grow

I never felt the warmth
of the summer sun
never felt its heat travel with the waves
as they washed upon the shore
erasing my footprints
to make room for yours

I never knew what the fall looked like
with leaves flowing with the cool autumn air
one by one
descending to the earth
creating a blanket beauty
to cover my ashes
because I was never born

what made you decided to write something like this

I have no earthly idea why . . . it was something that just came to me.

Doesn't matter why you wrote this..It was beautifully done..

Well done

Done with the passion and flair, that few can compare,,,,
Good one Mig......

Nice write.....
Sometimes poems & stories, write themselves out.