Moonwind
Cold is his presence and so all alone frozen and motionless at a stand still he's thrown Nowhere is he going nowhere has he been just a non-existence in an endless spin Empty is his being just a hallow mass creating no imprint nor shadow does he cast Ascreaming silent whisper is the only sound he brings a voiceless singers song is the only song he sings He is the moonwind
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Moonwind
I'm one of seven siblings and as a child grew up in a tough neighborhood where things were always rough. I started writing my thoughts and how I felt about life at a early age sometimes as a way to escape. I learned very early that if you wanted...
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