There was one
Who painted galaxies
Yet they couldn't see the stars
There was one
Who wrote of vast lands
Yet they were locked
In a tiny room
YOU ARE READING
a collection of words
Poetry"If my words sprout wings, And reach into another's heart, I think I'll truly be happy To be a friend of words."
Imagination
There was one
Who painted galaxies
Yet they couldn't see the stars
There was one
Who wrote of vast lands
Yet they were locked
In a tiny room
