A girl twirls her feather
Wondering what to write
The ink spills
Her shoulders piled with snow
"It is so cold", she whines
The black ink has flooded her mind
She wipes away the ink
There is no escape
She has dark hands
And it spreads to the paper
Her paper strikes her hands
And drags her to the fearful land
"I have no memory or imagination to share."
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Poems with Jasables
PoetryPoems are love, Poems are life, It's the soul of me And what I can be. My crowd gets big, And keeps getting bigger, That's cuz Jesus Christ is mah love! Peace. *Mic drop* I thought I was going to say it, didn't u?
