You were hanging by your fingertips
Swinging higher and higher
And then
You
Let goAnd as you fell
My heart
Stopped
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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...
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You were hanging by your fingertips
Swinging higher and higher
And then
You
Let goAnd as you fell
My heart
Stopped