Instead,
My wings unfeathered,
Plummeting slowly,
Toward low death.
~.•.~
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Untold Whispers
PoesiaYour time's running, what will you say? What will remain untold? HR #64 in Poetry
Falter
Instead,
My wings unfeathered,
Plummeting slowly,
Toward low death.
~.•.~
