These times aren't any good ,
Dwelling in one's own intuition
Isn't an option anymore.
Everything is taken away
Or was it all just another nightmare?
Loneliness broods even in
The happiest of occasions
The distant calm is still unrecovered.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
EsPrEsSo
PoesíaWell its some brewed poetry. Nothing serious or light. Just casual musings right from the heart. 08/11/16- #153 in Poetry 09/11/16 - #149 in Poetry 10/11/16 - #144 in Poetry 12/11/16 - #94 in Poetry
