Friday, December 1, 2017

A wannabe poem (crazy rambling please don't mind me)

, elegance

as the wind falls on feathers

the grass it parts undaunted

the winter then blossoms
;eyes the fall of tears

in what the trees preserved

as the sun kisses earth

when the pages collide with words
;truth meets the wish

until then it is all that matters

,❤

THIS IS JUST SO RANDOM BTW :')
HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY WHATEVER THIS IS  
(fully my own words okayyy)
even though this is like so...

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