you would know about the past
coming from your future,
it doesn't last
blue fades to black
lit up by buildings and machines
wating at your favorite place
wearing navy, grey, and sage
ariving in a minute
time fliys, literally
peripatetic travels
studing paid off
this isn't manefesting,
this is reality.
YOU ARE READING
the opportunity of a lifetime
Poetrya series of poems written at school, also called my 'tiny poems'. all poems and photos are mine; please credit if you use. ☆ ☆ ☆
