December danced with your wishful smile, white
The next month came the “I love you’s”
February freed a poetic side, pink
While March created a newborn fool
April answered with a reminiscent moment, red
As May overwhelmed with balloons
June trampled a tender heart, transparent
And Today simply beckons old ruins.
-Author: Marielle H. Perrault
(I just submitted this for a poetry contest : )
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