It is the feeling of the 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.
YOU ARE READING
Through hell and back
PoetryThere'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...
