When the sun rises darkness melts into the trees, children buzz like morning bees.
Demons rush from the air, to find someplace else where they can scare. I look up at the morning sky, to watch the white clouds passing by. I grab my kite and run out of sight, and fly my kite at a towering height. The sun beams down on to my face, as bird flutter by with lovely grace!
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Poems.....
Poems i wrote. They are dark, unexpected, and the real me. Can you handle it? Thou Shall Read Poems If Thou Dares To.
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