We drink our coffees and write our poetries in a series of sighs and whispers in hopes of keeping our souls and words intact. But what if they both choose to wander instead?
P O E M S / P R O S E / SHORT STORIES
Language: English
Pretender,yes,maybe.Here I write ,what I feel.To escape the cruel reality in this world full of wickedness.My pleasure to bring you to a place that I called the shelter of the underprivileged person.