From dust thou came, and from dust thou shalt return. Thy creation was an embarrassment. Thou deserve to be blown hither by these torrents of harsh breezes. To be spread thin by the masses; to be forgotten by creation.
BINABASA MO ANG
~Original Poems~
PoetryUnprofessional original poems about anything I want to write about. Updated anytime I feel the obligation and inspiration to write. Usually once every month I'd say... Hope you very much enjoy, and I thank you endlessly. (!!None of the images shown...
