James

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She sat in an empty room with nothing
But rose petals
And her ragged clothes
she gazed at
The wall
As they tried to get
closer to her
she grabbed one of them
with sad eyes she asked
"Where is my James?"
and then her
soul rose and left

At that sad hour all I think about is my next poem😞but as long as you guys love them then its cool😀

Poerty of the SadOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora