The wind blows.
Caressing the shadow
of a figure.
A figure that looms over me.
Holding himself up like two grown men.
but with the looks of a teen
His courage is the strength of army.
He walks away
Taking the words with him
that never left .
dont go
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150 things I never said
PoetryA book of poetry as the title 152 things i never said to a friend or a stranger @Wishing_Angel made the cover. It's beautiful
