Soft breeze blows through me
The sun smiles wide above
But my soul still cries
All I see is gray
Even when it is sunny
And nature feels good
Wish to close my eyes
Sleep until I feel better
Hide under blankets
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Poetry Book 4
شِعرhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
