Hey,
I don't know what you will become,
after going through the
mischievous of the crazy girl, Time.
But remember,
No gold was moulded, without heating,
and no love existed, without sacrifice.
dsc_
YOU ARE READING
Poems And Scribbles.
PoetryEveryone can identify poetry, but no one can define it. It is a story, It is a song It is a life.
