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She walks down the street
All alone.
The skies are dark and empty,
Clouds weep for her soul.
Even Heaven got it wrong.
But her mind is
Full of thoughts
And wonders crowned by
A constellation of stars.
A beautiful maze
Should always be
Loved and such.
How could I
Tell the world
That she was
Never silent?
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Kaleidoscope
PoetryRandom thoughts thrown into letters, words, and sentences. A collectanea of short poetries.
