Your presence so abounding once,
In every air, despite the hush
Now feels so lost in rush,
Of this fight of hatred & love.
******
I wrote this poem when I was 15 years old.
This fight...
Your presence so abounding once,
In every air, despite the hush
Now feels so lost in rush,
Of this fight of hatred & love.
******
I wrote this poem when I was 15 years old.
