I am the storm:
who dreams,
of hugging trees.
I am the song:
who aspires,
for passionate listeners.
I am the rain:
who hates,
black umbrellas.
I am fear:
who shivers,
for the warm shores.
I am the poetess:
who writes,
to feel the shiny pain.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
I am the storm:
who dreams,
of hugging trees.
I am the song:
who aspires,
for passionate listeners.
I am the rain:
who hates,
black umbrellas.
I am fear:
who shivers,
for the warm shores.
I am the poetess:
who writes,
to feel the shiny pain.
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