Why is it you're a waterfall,
While I am puddled here?
You're beauty always flowing down,
While mine soon disappears.
You fill the air with mist,
While I hardly exist.
Why is it you're a waterfall?
I wish I were one too.
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Poems I Almost Burned (Along with My Sanity)
PoetryWhat starts with a sandbox and ends with an epigraph? My first collection of poems.
