The wind could blow
Freezing temps
But as long as this door is always open
Always there for me
Then I will always know
That Street Spirits is my home
And no amount of cold could freeze my soul
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
impromptu poetry/ street spirits's front doors
The wind could blow
Freezing temps
But as long as this door is always open
Always there for me
Then I will always know
That Street Spirits is my home
And no amount of cold could freeze my soul
