Whispering Winds

20 Feb 2014

The precipice is calling softly in my ear. The wind it whispers as its drawing me near. The eagle is flying wish I could be free inside i am dying so please let me be. Like eve and the apple I know that its wrong To take one bite and Everythings gone. Wont take that last step Wont take that first bite. My mind just got side track I won't lose this fight.

spronk

I have been writing poetry for14 years I don't write that often because i use it as an outlet my poems are the best way for me to get it out and express my self. I just wanted to get my poems out there.

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