I speak the language of the people.
Sing the songs of my mind.
Cry the tears of my soul.
Eat the meat of my flesh.
Write the thoughts of my blood.
Share my daily bread with those that deserve.
But you took it all.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
