...a thought
The poems of the heart
reflect the true treasures of the ages.
Tiny spheres of light
sprinkle the page and make us go
toward sane;
but always we must trek back,
once done,
toward this life.
The poems of the heart
reflect the true treasures of the ages.
Tiny spheres of light
sprinkle the page and make us go
toward sane;
but always we must trek back,
once done,
toward this life.