She was like the wind
Fleeting and cold
Yet I still liked to feel her blow
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poems
PoetryJust some poems I write whenever I feel like it. Some of them don't end that seriously, mostly because they aren't truly finished. I've decided to still post them that way to show that not every poem that gets written is great or a 'masterpiece' and...
she was like the wind
She was like the wind
Fleeting and cold
Yet I still liked to feel her blow
