Wind creeping through the forest
Wanderlust
Caressing touch
Warm and soft
It's light and free
Life of the trees
Like song
And dance
Freedom
Romance
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poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
