The Wind Won
I ran, I jumped, flew.
And still I miss you unlike some few.
See my tears stain my face?
Now it’s clear like the cheer; I’ll never win this race.
Poetry Slam:
Guide that inspired this poem:
I ran, I jumped, flew.
And still I miss you unlike some few.
See my tears stain my face?
Now it’s clear like the cheer; I’ll never win this race.
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