Who's to define beautiful from agony?
For I am but a simple gypsy
Flowing threw the wind
Tho I feel stuck.
YOU ARE READING
Traveler Beyond The North
PoetryAs a traveler sometimes we get lost in others lives. We fall in love, we make close friends. Hell we even lose sight of who we are by soul. Some a banded caravans and others like me, bound to be a one man caravan. Join me on the lost heart aching, l...
905
Who's to define beautiful from agony?
For I am but a simple gypsy
Flowing threw the wind
Tho I feel stuck.
