Her pens are the colors in the sky,
And the pages are the stars.
She writes and writes
With endless meteorites
Explaining,
I've lived a thousand lives.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
A Thousand Lives
Her pens are the colors in the sky,
And the pages are the stars.
She writes and writes
With endless meteorites
Explaining,
I've lived a thousand lives.
