That night I felt the wind, asking me how I felt, I uttered honestly what lingers inside—betrayed and left out. Then there its gushing comfort flew throughout my part naked body with my hair and skin corrupt. That seems to be the comfort I thought of needing.
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Galaxies of Feelings
PoëzieWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
