With my own name it was a mystery to me,
I felt human without a soul,
I was torn by everyone by their stares.
No one could understand my soul,
I was always the lone shadow in the tall grass,
so I stood there.
I promise myself not to worry,
But I wanted to understand their cruelty,
with words they hurt.
No one can know of what I really felt,
so I will leave to the next world,
I knew I stand out with a rare soul.
I wanted to disappear with the mist,
with the name I had I just wanted to forget,
quietly I heard the whispers "you have a gift"
A small quiet voice told me that,
I wanted to believe this unknown voice,
did it know my forgotten name?
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Reasons To Fly
PuisiI 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...
