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Poetry is my voice
She pushes me outta bed
When my soul feels defeated
She whispers freedom to my ears
While calling on the Sun
And sends prayers
To kiss my wings
So I can fly again.
bottom of page
Poetry is my voice
She pushes me outta bed
When my soul feels defeated
She whispers freedom to my ears
While calling on the Sun
And sends prayers
To kiss my wings
So I can fly again.