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Walking,
Soaring
Through cotton clouds
Where the sun and the moon meet
For their battle to rule
Over the sky,
Changing the colors,
Spilling what looks like
The blood and bruises of stars, their soldiers;
Where the clouds gather
To weep and shed tears for the millions
And keep everyone warm.
Even nature screams out in grief
Of its loved ones
Every once in a while.
About the Creator
Ava D.
Music and writing-- two constants in my life that I'll forever be grateful for as I bring pieces of my heart to the page, my good side and my bad sides— hope all my sides are good stories to tell. Enjoy!!
Poetry
Fiction
Novels
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