Words
smooth as silk
sweet as honey
glistening in the air.
Words like splintered glass
like sharp knives
slicing through the air.
Words
shivering, twisting, collecting
in the frigid air
to spin
a curious
story.
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Poetry from my Soul
PoetryPoems (mostly free verse) that I write when I feel that I should. Thanks to @BrandonMull_Lover (https://www.wattpad.com/user/BrandonMull_Lover) for the inspiration. I try to update on a semi-daily basis. The chapter header photos are a photo of the...
