Wind in your hair, rain stinging skin,
The slow yet instantaneous bloom of spring.
Chirping birds when morning comes,
But nighttime brings the cricket song.
Listen well and then you'll hear your heart inside your ears to remind you you're alive.
And as you listen in the black you learn to live with all the fear and start to whisper back.
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
