The wind howls
The sea sprays
Lightning cracks
Thunder booms
Rain drips and drops
Over the edge
At the edge
Of the cliff
Where I stand
Tears streaming down my face
But they do not show
As they are invisible
To everyone around
Smiling with memory
Flashing through my mind
Leaning down with fugitude
Staring down at the jagged rocks
I tried my hardest
Yet I'm still pushed
Over the edge
Of my breath
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Poems and Short Stories
ПоэзияRandom Stories and poems I came up. They are horrible.
