The End
She sobbed
The world crumbled around her
Like little crumpling petals falling off a blazing tree
Her delicate figure hit the ground
The ash of her hand had scalded her throat
Now breathless,
She'd never feel the pain again...
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Of The Soul
PoetryCalamity, joy, anger, zeal... The list goes on. Connotations follow connotations. Emotions ever-changing and quite as diverse as the colours of our skin. For years thoughts fly through our head. Quotes, poetry and words that can colour in our world...
