•~•poem•~•
-who knows if the rhythm makes sense
Slowly turning, not concerning
Of the end that is to come
Shifting, burning
It's too early
For the fire that is to come
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Tiny Things
Rastgelerandom. just random. Old writings that need a place to go. May become ideas later if they're popular or if I feel like it.
