I had a dream where I was flying, flying high, running away from something I was afraid of.
I was flying like a siren in the ocean, in a cloudy cold sky, through dark green trees like seaweed in a cold lake.
There was a house, I flew through doors and windows looking for something that I hold no knowledge of.
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The Waves of Sadness in the Ocean of my Heart
PoetryPoems to cope with the grief weighting in my heart. From the loss of a loved one, to the loss of friendship and oneself. I'm sorry if you can relate. Death is a heavy topic in this one.
