Here we go again
facing my murky way
This road seems like a friend
Convoyed me every end of day
Trees are waving
they told me to follow
The moon is smiling
while forming my shadow
Footsteps are fun
they whispered tick-tock!
Every steps that I've done
they do is to mock
The night is quite a tune
The wind is cold as library
I hope I'll arrive soon
to skip the walk in this story
: skip
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TURTLES
PoetryThis is a compilation of thoughts I have created and grown over my younger youth. A bucket full of randomized downfalls flowing with a young innocent and reckless love. Interpreting life as a fabled fantasy slowly forming paths of footprints in the...
