Poems from 12smithav

We walk a bold trail one that shows no signs of wear we've read the stories of heroes and heroines that years ago walked similar lines but...
We walk a bold trail one that shows no signs of wear we've read the stories of heroes and heroines that years ago walked similar lines but...
poetry is the door to the closest of unrealized dreams, dreams, dreams infinity inside a limited sphere- limited by your dreams, dreams,...
We stared at palms- the softer, crafting part of a hand, "We are the same color." "No," said the sister, "turn them over." We stared at the...
We stared at palms- the softer, crafting part of a hand, "We are the same color." "No," said the sister, "turn them over." We stared at the...