Sometimes,
the weight on my shoulders
feels like summer rain,
dancing on my skin.
I enjoy it...
while I prepare for the hail storm
about to begin.
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Internal Discussions
PoetryThese are the thoughts and poems from a mind which never settles. Poetry influenced by the greats of our time, and the past; but carefully crafted into a unique style I call, my own. Welcome to the window of my mind. Book is complete.
