The one who left

Anonymous

  • My poem is about a friend I was very close too. But then she moved away. She has an interesting personality, but it is getting harder to remember her as the years fly by.

  • Life is for making beautiful, new things. Creativity is the opposite of destruction. We create things to make this world better to live in. Poetry is writing without restriction.

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