Years spent,
under the grey sky.
Snorting poetry,
Flying high.
All her emotions,
Buried deep inside the ground.
Those seeds of gloom,
When the skies frowned,
They bloomed.
She was a mystery.
It poured through her eyes.
Those crystal tears,
Stories of paradise,
Turned into poetry.
By night,
She ruled the dark,
Howled at the moon,
Spirit of a wolf,
She would let the world ignite.
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Fire and Flood
PoetryShe hardly met sunshine, Her lover in disguise, But when they met, They drew colourful rainbows on the skies.
