Wanna feel the petrichor, wanna hear the birds call
Wasn't it yesterday when we were so small?
I wish I could let my soul fall
Like the purity, I found in the waterfall
Hang it on the shelf in the depths of my heart
And never let it fall apart...
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fly up to touch the skies.....
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Poetry Diary (#wattys2016)
PoetryPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance......Poetry is a clear expression of mixed feelings....to me, poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words. Highest rank: 27
