My mind's quiet.
The only sound is that of the rain.
It came down sideways,
Reminded me of being a child;
Riding the swings at the fair,
How my feet dangled,
My hair tousled in the wind
and I felt like I could fly
for the first time!
That was an entire lifetime ago.
My wings had since been clipped.
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After You Left
Poetrycomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love
