Under hills and over
Vales, I bring you this forgotten tale,
When sun sets high and the sky bearing a
Xanth hue, not blue
On that day we'll all start anew
YOU ARE READING
poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
