With every time that piano played it tells different stories,
like when the stars watched us from the sky,
or when the sun shouted with a flame,
there were so many times the keys changed.
As the piano played harder,
the wind started to howl louder,
so many notes was learned between the years of wind.
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Reasons To Fly
PoetryI always had a reason to fly with the wind, these poems I write flow through me as I touch the clouds. Come with me and listen to my words in the sky, we all can share our poetry with your brightest heart and darkest thoughts. This is a collection o...
