Southern squalls down mountains march,
I've listened and followed, but now I am lost
and the eyes of the sunflowers' lazily watch
beneath a yawning paint blue sky.
Today I have done what others cannot.
YOU ARE READING
Shorts and Poetry
RandomJust random chapters or point of views from different movies or stories that already exist! Some poetry as well! Nothing is tied to the next chapter so read what you wish! I'll take suggestions for things to write!
