It was a quiet night, the only sounds to be heard was the water slosh against the rocks
The blue sky welcomed the lost soul
" will I be cold forever? " they said to the moon
" or well I finally feel the warmth of the sun? "
They didn't expect an answer...they never did
They just wanted someone to listen to them
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Just once
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This is my first "poem" I wrote, to me it does not feel like a poem, but I think it is still good.
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Paint a picture with poetry
PoetryThis is my first writing and it is of my poems that I am writing. I might not post too much because I have to be in the right mood to write So enjoy my very bad poetry :]
