There's a warm breeze softly touching my sun warmed skin, causing shivers of joy to go down my spine. The smell of salt in the air and sound of waves crashing on the shore. That is the sound and feel of summer to me.
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Poems for the broken
PoetryI started writing poems because I had to get my emotions out in some other way and poems helped because I got a deeper meaning from them and had to put lessons I learned the hard way in my writings. I feel as if these were meant for those who could...