The wind has whispered
The world has now crumbled
Both hands, sore and blistered
Everything is trampled
But the only thing keeping me safe
Is you, my dear precious
Your smile wakens me up
It's so sweet yet vicious
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Ethereal Beings
PoetryA book of poems filled with everything I want to say. This contains my thoughts and feelings. "We are two ethereal beings- too perfect for this world. Love is an ethereal being- too perfect to exist." Highest rank #124 [August 2, 2017]
