The rain does not need to fall to the ground when the tree calls for it
Maybe I am a dry sapling in the midst of the desert and you a heavy storm who refuse to come and save me
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Stories by Angelimer
Unspoken-A poem collection
The road beneath me seems to slip and i cannot seem to match my pace
This is a poem collection about the unsp...
A Battle To Be won
Its a poem about a girl who has been trafficked by her own love and is sold to the brothels.
