Sometimes,For writer’s sakeI am not what I mean.When you awakeAnd I am meWill you and I forsake?
For new and old, or once came and gonea place that knows no boundaries.Although a floating land they saygrounded in its stories. Will you let your footprints taintof what has always been?And where do you stand when Winter comesthe air of solitude. Its people will stay and playhonouring its lasting span.Do you thank the snapshot […]
And me, my ownMy soul’s embraceTo walk through fireAt my own paceTo see the birthUpon my faceWould help me standIn time and place.