Fragile is her gentle soul,
Fragile is the love she holds,
To let go of it right now,
Is to let it spark in the clouds,
Another choice may end her days,
Another choice to preserve/raze,
Though she’ll not see the light,
For now her soul is wrapped up tight.
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Poems I Write
PoetryThese are all the poems I've written throughout my life. Enjoy or don't, it doesn't matter to me.
