Old SoulsA Poem by T.S. Sky
In winter I see the frost
I see how it comes and goes Many summers filled with water fights and shame I've done it all before Nothing is new to me I am called old soul I do not do what people my age do My breath fogs the window's glass I wait for my time to go home
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Added on August 17, 2017 Last Updated on August 17, 2017 AuthorT.S. SkySaint Louis, MOAboutI write mainly in the paranormal/supernatural genre but I do step outside of my box every now and then. Writings you will see from me will be articles, research, short stories, poems, essays, reci.. more..Writing
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