It is the feeling of wind in my hair
as im soaring through the air.
going higher than I ever dared.
high enough to touch the sky.
and that little girl inside of me
has never felt more free.
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Through hell and back
PoésieThere's a tingling in my fingers. Humming in my head. a thousand ideas just waiting to be read. the page is blank, and the possibilities are endless. - Queen_of_Dead118 Hi! and welcome to my poetry book. First I'd like to dedicate this book to som...
Little me
It is the feeling of wind in my hair
as im soaring through the air.
going higher than I ever dared.
high enough to touch the sky.
and that little girl inside of me
has never felt more free.
