You hold on to my hand,
And then let me fall.
You paint me a blue sky,
And then let it storm.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry is art that's felt, not seen. It's a means of painting pictures and emotions through words. This is a collection of the poems I write occasionally. I hope you enjoy.
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You hold on to my hand,
And then let me fall.
You paint me a blue sky,
And then let it storm.
