Mighty winds make the child fall.
Falling with a pout.
Staring up at the trees so tall.
Never once calling out.
Yet, a sound can be heard.
Starting frail, but growing.
Like a Song Bird,
In the early morning.
A soft singing voice.
So strong and true.
A mistake, a choice.
Her decision as the winds blew.
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Poems From the Heart
PoetryI hope you like these poems. Some of these poems are from real life so please don't laugh. All these poems are from my heart, hence the name of the book, so they are my true emotions. Another thing, I usually only write poems when I'm angry or sad s...
