From a sparrow with both wings broken
to a phoenix rising from the ashes of my own former self
to an eagle riding the thermals high above all my troubles.
Rinse and repeat q.o.y.
November 29, 2014
YOU ARE READING
All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
