the wind
the wind
the cold harsh wind
it whistles past your ears
singing songs that date back thousands of years.
the rain
the rain
the cruel harsh rain
it tries to wash your skin
from all past sin
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PoetryA collection of short poems ~ ♡ ~ the words of a weary, beaten soul who wishes to share her poems with the world
