Her hair flows in the wind.
Running around in a field.
Her hands like vines, intertwined.
She was free, she was healing.
Sometimes she still thinks about you and she sighs.
But never does she cry.
Her eyes are now dry and her thoughts now clear.
She has now cut all ties with the real world.
The wind still whirls and time keeps passing.
It's better this way...
-JB
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Sweet and sour feelings
PoetryThis is a poetry book filled a with a lot of original poems written by me. The dark times, the sour times and also the sweet times. A lot of feelings dipped on my pen and scribbled on my paper or my computer keys.
