A sweet breeze goes by as the days' pass
Carrying memories of long-forgotten lands
A stormy night is here tonight
And the wind howls with all its might
for it has lost a precious one
It grieves and leaves
with no trace to be seen
Yet many still call the wind
To feel once more that gentle breeze
Yet he answers only in their darkest of times.
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soul
Poëziemany people say eyes are window to the soul , but so are words. this are short and simple poems expressing emotions from the soul. from love to hate to happiness and sadness, confusion and calmness. Anything and everything is what these poems are ab...
