Notes
Hit my ears,
and enter my soul
They speak to me
Whisper their stories
Which I save for a stormy day
Melodies
Sail and splash
Through the air
Textured, like
Paint on a canvas
And the world becomes a little brighter
Always
Will I have these
Wonderful gifts
Of diamon sounds
And symphonies
I'll treasure them till I die
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The Poetry Journal Of a 16 year old Girl
PoetryA selection of several poems that I wrote and enjoyed writing whenever I'm bored or faced with a life problem. Hopefully more poems to come!
