Im writing a story. Its my Webstory-thingy. Hope you like so far!
-Cloud-Chan
Preface:
~~~She walks alone in the dark, looking for the place she belongs. She sits under a tree, and plays music for anyone around to enjoy. Each song comes from her heart, letting her emotions pour into the world. The people thank her, and occasionally leave her with a tip. She thanks them for being so genorous, and then the people walk away. She stays beneath her tree, occasionly playing a song to herself, or humming to keep occupied. She looks down at her furry friend, the weasel she found one day in the woods. But that is another story. She pets the weasel, and he crawls up and rests on her neck. They lie there contently, and she starts to nodd off into a dream. But it wasn't a dream;It was more like her own Miracle world. She drifted further into the so called dream, and closed her eyes. The sun shining through the uncovered places in the tree.
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...The Little Black Rain Cloud's Thoughts...
Poetry is the life for me, for lifes i have no other. I write about darkness, broken hearts, and hate,'cause Shadows is my name; title; my cover.
If you read my poetry, and like the depressive tone,comment me and tell me in a way thats all your own.
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