Wednesday, October 9, 2013
A journey passed, between March and May
Step of foot walked, into quiet and say
The earth had said, the days was running out
The night had slept right away
As if it would, times had been far away..
A journey passed, between March and May
Step of foot walked, into quiet and say
The earth had said, the days was running out
The night had slept right away
As if it would, times had been far away..
what are you feeling when you written that poem?
ReplyDeleteI think something is scattering around me
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