She made her way up the stairs .. And finally let her soul free ..
To fly with the morning breeze ..that carries her brown locks away
Peaceful she felt after a week full gray ..
After she almost froze from the cold weather ..
And the winter that refused to go away ..
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Thoughts Dust
PoesíaSometimes the only way to go through something is by writing it down .. brain dump it into a blank paper or an empty canvas .. that is exactly what I do when I have no one to share my thoughts with .. or my thoughts are simply too strong, too scary...
