Eyes closed,
she sees it all
in colors.
Hues of grey
no longer cloud
her vision.
Her head spins.
A whirlwind of
emotions hit.
She hasn't felt
this way for quite
some time.
She laughs, then
she cries.
She embraces it.
This is life.
This is living.
- E.A
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Bits and pieces
PoetryJust a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years.
