I had a dream
Siting on the porch with little old me
While bruises started to appear before me
Little old me hug me tight in a squeeze
"Why do we have to feel such grief?"
Little old me cried
"Because without grief their is no relief" I said
As little old me
Stood before me
Singing its last goodbye
Before it flew away from me
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The Writer's World
PoesíaThis book is about my poems that I have done Throughout my whole life, My first poem is how I got into poetry. Please, and thank you for giving this book a try.🙂
