It's not raining but the sky is grey
The clouds hold all the darkness inside
If they don't release it then water is going to build
And then, someday soon, there will be a storm.
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Poems as Strange as Llamas
PoesíaA book of poems that are, Good and bad, Happy and sad. Loving and wondering. Hateful and pondering. Mysterious and curious. Angry and furious. Words from the heart, Each taking their part, To open the world, From the eyes of two girls.
