All that glittered wasn't gold.
So she paused the mining of it, and threw it up instead.
YOU ARE READING
To The World
Şiir"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
G O L D
All that glittered wasn't gold.
So she paused the mining of it, and threw it up instead.
