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Georgia Grace Apr 2020
The news said it would be sunny,
Yet the sky is back by clouds.
Usually everything around me is all happy and aloud.
Yet there is not a whisper
not a sound.
Should I be worried?
Should I take that run?
Is it safe here?
Or
has something gone wrong?

The bird are chirping now,
Yet they resemble more like screams.
Why is the air now *****,  
When is has always been so clean!
The second part of my 15 year old self poetry. Haha not much has changed. Happy im finally getting back into it.
Georgia Grace Apr 2020
Spring has come around,
Yet there isn't any colour.
The walls are rumbling,
Yet the windows do not shatter.
My feet are planted firmly on the ground,
Yet I feel like I am floating.
What has happen?
What has become?
I was told all is fine,
Yet I want to run.
Found a poem I wrote when I was about 15 and thought I would add it in as a little series.
Was looking for my personal favourite poem but it seems to be lost. Sadly. But I found this little fella instead. So hope you enjoy the first snippet.

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