Withering wind, a dying flame
Roaring seas and wind howling in pain
Bitter ice and sunshine so sweet
Anger most pungent, a smile so meek
You can't figure it out, it's not to solve.
YOU ARE READING
Like her tears, she fell.
شِعرSadder poems. Not much else to say. Quite deep, may be depressing. Sorry.
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Withering wind, a dying flame
Roaring seas and wind howling in pain
Bitter ice and sunshine so sweet
Anger most pungent, a smile so meek
You can't figure it out, it's not to solve.
