Raining, Foggy.
Spontaneous, He was.
I, alone, weeping.
He called to me and shouted,
Isaiah forty-one colon thirteen.
He took me in and healed my helpless soul
To an extent.
Although, I am better,
It is still a piece of me.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
شِعرPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
