the say that birds carry the lost souls
of humans
and their sounds are just the faint whistle
of a life that could've been
singing songs of love
loss
pain
and happiness
-g.b.
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Poems at Midnight
PoetryMy moods and thoughts take the shape of poems. Whenever I have coffee, walk down the street, listen to the rain or my favorite song , there is this undeniable voice in my head. It aches, it laughs, it cries and it told me to create. This is for the...
