Hiding behind those blinds,
Is a soul that was,
Once so gentle,
Once so naive,
Hiding behind those blinds,
Is a soul that was,
Once so kind,
Once so naive,
Hiding behind those blinds,
Is a soul that was,
Once so good,
Once so naive,
Hiding behind those blinds,
Was a girl that was,
Once so happy,
Once so naive.
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Heimat
PoetryHeimat means a sense of belonging, and poetry, for me, does that. This is a collection of poems I have written from my teenage years and continue to write into my twenties-a glimpse into my soul for those who wish to peek.
