The wind is blowing
Making it colder outside
The trees shake
There's no sunlight
There's an endless pressure
The world is crumbling
My heart is getting scratched
The trees are shaking
I've walked this path
The wind hasn't calmed down
Blood is rushing
Don't make a sound
There's nothing wrong here
But there are trees in my chest
No such thing as windows
The wind has no breath
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Time to Fly
PoetryTime to Fly is a collection of poetry that I wrote about my own thoughts and feelings. I hope this will help you find comfort and make you not feel alone in this journey called life as we go through our struggles together. Includes mixture of poetr...
