One day I found a Rose,
It was special in its own way,
I took that Rose along with me,
Until it wilted away...
Then I found a river,
With its rapids Rocky, but swift,
The river led me to a powerful pond,
Where my spirits it did lift...
But my pond disappeared into thin air,
And my river flows through time,
Now I have no rose, river or pond,
But don't worry, I'll be fine....
YOU ARE READING
Doctor Who
PoetryIt's a bunch of wibbely wobbly timey wimey stuff None of this is mine btw if one or two are mine I will tell you. ; >
