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...