"The world felt ours when we were little, my friend.
The stars shone in your eyes and
silence spoke of your voice.
All the colours in the world was ours to paint;
We were the most brilliant artists."
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poesía* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
