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A poem to inaugurate my return to writerscafe!

The wind blew the sound of a flute to his ears, and air so sweet began in the early morn, amongst the green leaves of trees and grass. He walked..

They’re different. There’s no denying it. Yet, there no way I cannot fall in love with them. And all of them.

I cannot see that this is me...

Never ending abyss...

So full of vows and constant names that never reality it seems to have been...

Too long to describe...

Sam's hard to get, but what happens if someone gets her ?

Since yesterday...yep, since yesterday...

In the darkness...hear the warcries...