I'm the memory you have forgotten.
'Twas like lying on a vast grassland,
Which seemed to be a bed of needles;
Painfully sinking to my flesh, to my bones, to my soul.
D.L.D.B.
YOU ARE READING
Mnemosyne
PoésieCollection of poems and other literary pieces I've created. Please, no thievery. You, clearly, know what I mean. P.S. The photos are mine. Bear with my penmanship. Lol.
