The toxic bleeding hearts blow in the cool spring wind breeze. The soft melody of a violin can be heard in the small village. A girl comes out of her house as she walks slowly on the sidewalk. She was ill but still had the little amount of strength to go to the small corner shop for food. Everyone who saw her thought she was too ill to walk. She went home in a slightly slower pace. She was still fighting for survival but she didn't for long.
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Poems??
PoetryI don't know just going through a poem writing phase Btw i don't know a single thing about peom writing so i don't know if these fit in the category as poems!! Also i will make a polish translation of these poems fro funsies!! Zrobię też polskie tłu...
