I am the sky
I cry; I roar
I am high; I blow
Most of the time
I shine.
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The Breathing Poems
PoetryWhen I cannot speak, I cannot be mad, when I cannot share the happiness, all I have to do is to write the breathing poems.
Sky
I am the sky
I cry; I roar
I am high; I blow
Most of the time
I shine.
