What if our dying islands were home to lush green grass and were full of life?
A village of celebrating people dancing in circles
With plentiful food and water,
And an unlimited amount of love and happiness to go around.
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Cold Nights ||Poems||
PoetrySometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.
