If
The sun is for shining
Erasers are for mistakes
Medals are for winning
Flying is for birds
Falling is for the rest
Then maybe
I can shine
I will make mistakes
I can win
I will not fly
Instead, I will fall
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Where the West Wind Blows
PoetryShort Poetry- Where the West Wind Blows is a collection of stories from where ever the West WInd comes from. From across meadows and forests, oceans and mountains, rivers and valleys, the West Wind carries a unique language of its own. This is my tr...
