I could sit in the shade of an oak tree
and read for the rest of the day
but I'm not going to
life will move on without me if I don't hurry home.
YOU ARE READING
Poems in the dark of night
ПоэзияPoems that I can't express to anyone through words spoken, so I put them on paper. Words that explain hardships and times I can't sleep because of these thought roaming through my brain.
