Sometime I'm a fire,
Burning without a sound.
But sometimes I'm a blizzard,
Frozen under ground.
Other times I'm a earthquake,
Unsteady and a mess.
But most of all I'm wind,
Whispering quietly in distress.
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You | Poetry
Poetry"why are all my poems about you?" {highest is #3 in poetry} {cover by @wallflower_r} {completed}
