The end
I believe it's true,
the path I'm running.
The stones on the road,
the devil in the sky.
The roses beside me,
the people I've met.
However, every start,
has its end.
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Hello lovely people!
This is the end of my book.
Thank you for putting it in your virtual shelf here on Wattpad and maybe tell me some ideas for the new book or maybe new poems!
Thank you for all reads and votes and comments!
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Dark was the night
Poetry"Things are meant to be destroyed and made better than they already were."
