Sitting near my window, her eyes are an emerald color
Hair is the color of gold, on it is placed a little flower
When the window goes open, her hair flows
Tina's feet moves in the wind
It stays back and forth, back and forth
She walks out of the window, ready to be free
She jumped out, with a fragile hand waving in glee
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ICollection of poems to comfort the soul
PoesíaIf you are reading this, hello there :) This therapy book has changed my life, and has helped me see things in the brightest way as possible. It has grown me and made a much better person than yesterday, so I believe if writing these little quotes o...
