There once was a boy
Who had a dream
A dream who he knows
And only knows he
He dreamt high
And high he beseech
A place he desires
Where his hands can't reach
Out of paper and sticks
He chased his reverie
He built his own wings
His eyes filled with fidelity
Oh why must he try?
When he fails and fail?
His longing to fly
Is only a tale
YOU ARE READING
Fall
PoesíaAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
