The cruel time that never stops,
Always doing tick, tack on a clock.
Seemed like that it has froze,
When ours hands shared the touch,
just one second, but it felt like eons.
How sad I was when forever you got lost.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Sound Of My Soul
PoesíaCollection of poems that came into existence by word's gathering in one place on the command of either feeling or thought. I think that poems come from one's soul, possibly for many of us to speak ourselves without restriction, and that's how I came...
