I can feel the wind blow through my hair.
I can hear an echo.
A broken gale.
A gale that calls out to the world.
An echo that is greatly ignored by others.
An echo that can be heard but is never heard.
The gale calls out for help from the world we live in.
This echo calls out to be heard but we refuse to listen.
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Deep Blue Water Lily
PuisiA bunch of poems I wrote! I hope you enjoy them! I wrote a lot of deep poems so uhm yeah! But I really hope you like this! (I CHANGED THE FORMAT!!!)
