A quick AN before this chapter starts, fist sorry I've been gone my bad. Second, I'd love some requests if you have them!
Air
Lifting sails, flying kites,
holding still, or filling my nights.
With constant power,
a sudden brease,
a constant howl,
yet always brings peace.
My air, my sweet, how does one live so
breathlessly?
Thine air to live or die without.
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Poetry, from me to you
PoetryThis will just be a book of poetry I write. As the title says from me to you. I will warn that I am still learnig so it may not be the best but I will try. I do take prompts and requests. Fair warning the poetry will most likely be infuenced by th...
