Indulging in minutes collected, of minutes awaiting. Times still approaching. Youngsters discovering an aged hero, but still understood. Least forgotten, or sheaded skins, or copied relics, hooded ideas by emptied footprints.
YOU ARE READING
Sometimes these words make poetry
Novela JuvenilReading others poetry gives me the itch to create my own. I'll add some on here from time to time when inspired.
