Poems from Mysterysing
A breath of fresh air from an Autumn breeze
A sweet whistling from birds in a tree
These are a couple of things that inspire me
I look to...
A breath of fresh air from an Autumn breeze
A sweet whistling from birds in a tree
These are a couple of things that inspire me
I look to...
Crying we entered this place
A world we had yet learn of its hate
As we grew we learned all too well
It's better to keep silent then go...