The water through my hair...
Almost better than air.
The air through my clothes,
How it retains it's freedom, no one knows.
The freedom in my soul
This fierce flame will never dull.
The fire in my eyes
Visible like the skies.
The blue of the skies, painted with clouds...
Under which I reside, among thronging crowds
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoesíaThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
