I stack piles of them on my shelf,
Those kinds reveal a lot for myself.
Yet, they could always help,
The reason not money, but this I consider wealth.
They're my friends,
Share me things and never end.
As I turn the pages wide open,
A lot of things they readied for me to comprehend.
YOU ARE READING
An Obscure Reflection
PuisiMy simple thoughts can be a vast of strange collection of words. These strange collections of words completes me. [01 13 2020 - republished, but not revised, for personal reasons] [01 13 2020 - I made this compilation three years ago and I was just...
