I wanted to make a poem for my yoga class so I'm putting a draft up here.
There's a beautiful place where the green trees walk
The river and wind they whisper, they talk
There's a lovely grove where animals thrive
They gather and sing, so strong and alive
There's a luscious forest where the trees grow tall
Where birds can fly and listen and call
There's a growing lake where the world lives
It takes and devours; it loves and it gives
And in all of this a child lies
With thoughts so light and a mind free of lies
They wait for an open, a way to the sky
Until the day they finally learn they can fly
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My Short Stories/ Ideas
Historia CortaThese are my short story/ ideas. I usually come up with them late at night when I'm feeling down or losing control so they might be a bit depressing. Most of these will stem from what's going on in my real life so sorry if I end up ranting or compla...
