my poems aren't really truly poems. The words do not sing and I, trying one after another red yellow, orange, green even though I know for sure that every day is a poem I have my doubts about today
Some Days
Some Days
Some Days
my poems aren't really truly poems. The words do not sing and I, trying one after another red yellow, orange, green even though I know for sure that every day is a poem I have my doubts about today