She was A Tiny Dreamer
Flying Free
Over the
Saltwater Sonnets
Almost heavenly
That sounds,
Wait Till you visit Somerset
But I doubt that Life
Could ever replace
Her Modernity ,
That was to come
But never can she escape the fate
Bound and destined
Since the days of our
Cradles
No matter how we try to run.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
ПоэзияThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
