A Poem The peace in this broken world is slowly dying, the petals that fall to the ground steadily multiplying. Oh, the rage…
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milky skies shattered from such softness of a wind’s gentle kiss goodnight
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Earth’s Personalities slowly, the dreary wintry songs fade away. The rose bush blooms, and my porch is dusted in yellow. mother nature…
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It Was Strange by Nimyia A. The tree looked down on me The grass grew into the sky The wind pushed me…
