It's cranberry color,
flows in the wind.
It moves with her feelings,
quick and jerky,
soft and tame.
It swishes with her movement,
following her every step.
But only because it has no choice.
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
PoetryAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
