The chilled wind blows over me
causing me to shake.
I give in, letting it carry me.
I spin and twirl -
Coming to a stop on the cold,
hard ground below.
HMH
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Pastel Cell
PoetryA collection of poems by HMH. Any chapter that does not have a photo with it is a NEVER BEFORE SEEN poem! (Will have * in the chapter title.)
The Fall
The chilled wind blows over me
causing me to shake.
I give in, letting it carry me.
I spin and twirl -
Coming to a stop on the cold,
hard ground below.
HMH
