When winter comes the flowers die.
When winter comes the animals hide.
For the frost is what they fear.
It makes them sad,
it makes them go mad.
It's a puppeteer they never see, or hear.
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Poems On Broken Mirrors
PoésieThis is a collection of poetry I have written. It is based off of all of my mental illnesses, trauma and disorders. I will try and update often, but if I don't please bare with me. The poetry is about my life, the life of others, values, emotions, a...
