The colors of the wind are as free as the animals they surround.
They encapsulate the emotions and will of songs as they echo throughout the world.
They capture all they lay their eyes upon.
People and animals alike.
It hugs me as I sing a song.
It chirps as I finish up and enter my domain.
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Life
PoetryJust poems on what happens in my personal life and random things. Interpreting is up to you.
