The wind sings a song
only few can comprehend
It carries it from land to land
for hours on end
But sometimes, the wind grows strong
and clouds hide the sun
And depressing days, they mean no fun
Then with the weight of all that sadness, the pain just slips right through
Maybe if it rains enough, it'll drown my thoughts of you
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The Beginning of the End
PoetryA handful of short poems written by me. Lately I've been going through difficult times and found that writing was my escape, I hope to help those through times like these by writing things that possibly they are going through too. Maybe then, they w...
