It was strange how perfectly the weather coincided with her mood
the gray clouds absorbing the sunlight for themselves
the wind dancing gracefully with the leaves
the rain kissing the ground
She stared and stared at that beautiful view
of buried landscapes that came out during the dawn
She felt special and she closed her eyes
hoping that the souls waking up to this day
would feel loved too
-Hayi
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Not to fall but to rise
PoetryThis book is a collection of poetry, prose and writings that I wrote during my teenage years that describe the transition from being a teenager to becoming a young adult. The poems contain a honest experience of living, growing in a judgmental socie...
