Outside, I am wild and free
I run with the wild animals, freely
I am free to do what I choose
Inside, I am conflicted
The Winds and the Night do not mind each other
Nor knowing I love them both
It is me who cares
I don't want them to be broken hearted
Because of me
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Spiritual Poems
PoetryTHE PICTURE FOR THIS MAKES NO SENSE I KNOW I JUST CHOSE SOMETHING IGNORE THE PICTURE
