When the wind takes a break and watches from far, will the trees still wave a greeting in advanced?
When the day comes that I'll leave you on your own; will it be I, who wouldn't miss you because I shouldn't, or you, who wouldn't miss me because you don't?
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poesía"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
