As the wind blows
seeping through the leaves,
making a silvery sound
like this world is full of dreams.
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FEELINGS UNDRESSED
Poetrywhen tears rolled I dropped them on a piece of paper and wrote them in words. These are some of the pain converted into poetry.
LEAVES
As the wind blows
seeping through the leaves,
making a silvery sound
like this world is full of dreams.
