"The little girl was flying, soaring
Through wings she doused with hope
But she falls hard, feet dangling
From the necklace she weaved with rope."
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Whisper
Poetry"The darkness consumed me, devoured me I was but a whisper, broken, cold and alone I hear the screams echo within the silence And so I felt and hurt and loved no more." [A collection of short poems written by Lhian Ackerman]
