the trees moaned
and the trees groaned
as the cold winds
blew its collapsing
breaths through
their bark-covered bodies
making them
shiver and
tremble
as the sun's
embers died away
to come another day
and as the soft shadows
of the clouds
soaked the sun's set.
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Poetry
PoetryJust a book of poetry that I've already written and some poems that I've recently written that I'll share. They're not in order, so warning, haha. Poetry is just where I feel like I can really be me and be real and where I can really talk. ~ ~ ~ Co...
