And with every wave crashing on the shore
I can hear your fervent voice echoing through my mind.
Serene whispers of the wind,crashing along the sea
Conciliating my every nerve
You are the air on my lungs and the words I speak.-f.f.f
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Poetry| p o e t r y | sometimes you just need to write a poem to let yourself free. Highest rank| #1 in poetrycontest [15.06.19]