The world had turned monochrome that moonlit night.
The lake ever so still, my feet rooted on the grey bridge.
Flood of memories haunt me that | successfully fail to fight,
Soft music pierced the air as we explored our secret ridge
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Observer I
PoetryThis poetry book is about everything and anything that I observe in life. My mind wanders to a trillion different places & my curiosity is never ending. This book is a little sneak peak into some of the thoughts & observations that I have made & wil...
