Wind sweeps along rolling hills.
Snowflakes drift down from the frozen grey sky muffling out the sound of the world.
Deep prints in the snow from unknown strangers trail down the hills.
Slipping, sliding across the frozen tundra.
My faint cries unheard, unseen, unknown.
If a young girl screams and no ones there to hear, does she make a sound?
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Sorry I haven't updated in so long I was busy with school work.
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My insanity
PoetryThis is my first poetry book. I'll update when I please, and it will be good. I have a very "colorful" vocabulary so don't flip out or anything. this book will express my take on the world and how I feel.
