Sometimes
I
Stop
And
Listen
To
The
Words
In
My
Head.
I
Can
Hear
Them
C
h
u
r
n
i
n
g
And
T
n w
i g i
t s
And
M
o
v
i
n
g
Until
They're
Not
Mine
Anymore.
Never
S T O P P I N G
Never
Ceasing
Just
F l o w i n g.
And
Then
They
Are
Gone
Whisked
Away
By
The
W ind
As
I
Make
My
Journey
Back
To
R
e
a
l
i
t
y
YOU ARE READING
Poems by a Student
Thơ caAn evolution of poetry through my years in school. This description sucks. Just read the book :) Highest rank: #456
