Somewhere beneath the cloud
Is the hold I found so loud!
Beneath the greying round
It gave me brawn to bound.
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Heart Beats
PoetryA Caboodle. A brew of everything under the sun..or rather of everything in my head..!! MY LITTLE BEGINNING.
Hope
Somewhere beneath the cloud
Is the hold I found so loud!
Beneath the greying round
It gave me brawn to bound.
