Jasmine Williams
An emerging writer.
Filled
Poetry
The downpour happens quickly From an overflowing vessel it falls Leaping into what has been vacated Left for loneliness and destined for Abandonment The stains from the previous tenant Have been left on
A Poem for Sadness
Poetry
center blocks tumble and hit the ground and break dime sized pieces of hope wind decides to blow itself elsewhere and left hope and joy with unclipped wings trees sit still left to

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