The wind is known for passing things through to point A to point B.
Today the wind passed a song.
"Oh how the trees turn bare
Oh How the grass turns grey
Oh how the air turns cold
Oh how this grave is so low
One by one filling and falling
Let me show you hells gates"
That was the last song the wind has ever received.
But now, the wind passed another thing. A wish.
"Oh please great winds, please save my torn soul.
My heart as been stitched together with aches and stones
Oh great messenger, please save this heart. Wrapped and wrapped in thick layers of sole"
The wind suddenly stops.
CITEȘTI
Poetry Book
Poezieyo yo yo this is my poetry book that has my own original poems in it 🥺 I GuEsS you could read it 🙄
