With the way the wind blows,
Veiny fingers stretch toward the sky
Water ripples in circlets
Air crisp with the taste of rain
A lone path foreshadows your future
Breathe a sigh of lonely.
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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