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The Dark Feathers of a Fallen Angel
From fire,comes smoke.
From wind,come leaves.
From life,comes death.
But what comes from emotions?
The cries of a roaring rainstorm
"We shape our tools and thereafter,they shape us"
But what happens when we try to shape our emotion...
The little sad tales of a young st...
Like the title suggests,this book will revolve around poems I come up with in my everyday life,hope you enjoy...