She must have a vast collection of stories.
Worlds of her favorite books,
flowering the tallest of all the trees around her.
She had blown away before the end
Surrounded by the light falling across the night sky.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
KöltészetThrough 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...
