Some days,
I think about the ways,
Of how to play,
With a bloody clay,
But the crimson land,
Fades with healing band,
Words poured out a liar,
Cried,I played with fire....
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Rhyming Waves
PoetryThis is a book of poems, full of thoughts that ignites in my mind......... ****************** Every pictures in this book is not mine. they Are from Google
