Money is writing for your soul,
But you don't have it.
Money is writing for your heart,
But you don't have it.
He comes from Florence,
Don't kill him, don't breath.
He runs your cute money,
Don't waste your chance.
YOU ARE READING
Strange Days - Collection of Poems
Poetry⭕️ Recueil de poèmes en anglais✏️ For a considerable duration, I've dedicated myself to crafting an array of poetry and songs, often intertwining the two. The allure of poetry lies in its melodic potential, a quality absent in what some might label...
