My mind is a tree in the winter.
Roots buried deep in dry soil,
branches reaching for the sky, Knowing nothing but to keep reaching.
Even when all hope falls away.
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Diary Of A Shattered Mind - A Book Of Assorted Poetry
PoetryAll original poetry. I just have feelings, and I like to make them sound pretty. Purely self indulgent, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.
