Nothing, Nothing. No pain, no road of sorrow, only a gleamimg stream of closure.
Gold skies, soaking the barren lands, that loan to be saturated.
To come true if it were only not stagnant.
Peace at mind, gifts of passion and joy.
Fretful colours seeping throughout the fabric of reality. Of life.
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This one is about people,whom suffer with anxiety. I'm here for ya guys.
Watcha think? Please vote and comment. If you have a poem you have, on this story, I'll post it in your name.
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Poems
PoetryJust some poems to help those who feel as if they have no power, and feel the need to have some modivation.
