I can almost taste my home
As I close my, eyes alone
And my soul begins to travel
Tired of this lonely battle
The moon is crying
As I learn to fly and
Return to him, my belonging
Numb, I don't feel sorry
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Written by the Wind
PoésieIf things get too terrible to speak them out loud, that's when I start writing.. A compliation of my german and english poems. //Eine Zusammenstellung meiner deutschen und englischen Gedichte. Don't read it if you're easily triggered. These poems am...
