The winds cried, jealous of the way she moved.
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A Breath of Air
PoetryThere is a beauty that is only reserved for writing poetry. I love writing. I hope that my writing can inspire and aspire. I also, hope that my writing can make you smile, laugh, and most of all always remind you: you are not the only one. If you...
Wind
The winds cried, jealous of the way she moved.