How I wish to be a leaf
One that surfs on wind so wild
That would lead to blind believe
In the love from those who smiled
Oh, to be a leaf so lost
Swimming in the wind its streams
To find the feeling that had cost
Years to find outside my dreams
I wish there to be other leaves
So all of us can be wild and free
We can live on a branch of our own believes
And become a safe big tree
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
