"STRANGER"
The strong blow of wind
Tree's that almost bend
A cold temp of an air ,
Feelin' in the tip of hair
Water stream on the skin ,
Savoring in the rain
A loud sound of thunder
A lightning the spreader
Sorrow of nature ,
Leads in our departure
A face that full of tears
In a second we're back as strangers
: plagiarism is a Crime
✍🏻 NEOSTERIUMPIENTA
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NEO'S POETRY
PoetryAn art of poetry with a lot of meanings. When you read, start with the beginning to the end. And read again,but now, start with the end to the beginning. Neo~
