So long to the beauty so long to the soul so long to my heart with a tathered hole I'm off to great places though I fear the unknown but it's been happy to see how I've grown I started on four legs and then there were two then the assistantance of three was enough for me, my soul is gone but my body weighs heavy untill we meet again amd when you are ready
YOU ARE READING
poems of the past
Poetrypoems I've come up with from my past and my present that I shall present on display
