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Raakel Sep 2015
Children picnic outside

As the wind blows through the trees' many leaves

As summer comes to an end

So will all of these
This is a little poem I wrote back in 2012.
Raakel Sep 2015
Me
What do you see when you look at me

Am I young am I old am I in-between

Is there joy is there pain when you look in my eyes

Is there love is there hate in this heart of mine

What do you see when you look at me

Am I fun am I dull am I a soul who can't breathe

Is there peace is there worry when you see my face

Is there life is there death caught up in my pace

Oh what do you see when you look at me

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