The sky is described as beautiful
When I look at it, I feel so empty and deprived
So vast, free, and blue
where our imagination flies far and wide
Each and every cloud holds a dream
Unfulfilled, floating through the sky
Thunder strikes my hope to the muddy ground
If I could die for a stranger
It would make my struggle worthwhile
Just don't let the sky shed any tears
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Another attempt, Poetry And Short Stories.
PoesiaPoems like short stories about feelings one might feel in every day life. Some angst, and hope. All written by myself, inspired by music and the things I feel.
