A riddle wrote;
By me, the mote.
A riddle read.
No reason why except to pick this thread!
This rhyme, it flows...
My apprehension grows.
Incessantly searching for that doorway to My Brighter Future!
A riddle wrote;
By me, the mote.
A riddle read.
No reason why except to pick this thread!
This rhyme, it flows...
My apprehension grows.
Incessantly searching for that doorway to My Brighter Future!