
Short Poems in A-minor (Part 5)
..Untitled 1.. How do you re-create that which is lost? Cry me a river that washes away the sands of time. The specks carried away in slow waves of seconds. To be cast at the beach of hope and drowned in the coming tide. How do you re-create that which is lost? Seed its ghost … Continue reading Short Poems in A-minor (Part 5)