She was taken away by the power of the wind,
Its strength,
Its ability.
The wind was a part of her,
It dried her tears,
It took away her pain.
When she walked,
The wind walked with her.
It was always on her side,
It understood her pain.
As she aged,
The pain grew stronger,
Her ashes were taken away,
As she became the wind.
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A Series of Poems
PoetryThis is a book of the poems that I write. Trigger warning: these poems may include depression and mental health problems, also gory scenes. If any of this triggers you, please refrain from reading. Don't worry, I'm not depressed. I just like to w...
