She rose with the moon
And went down with it
She burned like the sun
And shone even brighter
She was as smooth as water
And just as transparent
She burned with the fire
And sometimes burned hotter than it
She was a swift as the air
And sometimes even nimbler
She's as hard as rock
But sometimes she's soft as satin
She likes to run with wings
Yet she has none
She likes to soar like a bird
Yet she's not a bird
So what is she?
You might ask
She's the spirit inside all of us
That's hidden inside our souls.
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Sad stories
Cerita Pendek" I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like - like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go. " 🥀 - a collection of sad stories that might bring your te...
