You,
The sunset,
The glowing moon and the wind in you hair,
All watch,
As the waves lap,
On the shore, you stand and stare
This,
This air,
Carries the words you wished to say
That helps you breathe,
Here,
Fills your lungs and drowns you worries it may
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Footprints
ПоэзияMy third collection of poetry about everything that life may throw at us. Love, sadness, death...