The nooses swaying at the park.
All that is light
And all that is dark
All that you see
And that cannot ever be
The way seasons change,
Yet people never speak differently.
How some people flow as soft as poetry.
Crashing
Swiftly
Humming
Swaying
Landing
Being.
Being all that there is,
All that is gone
All that is here
And all that is wrong.
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poetry((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
