What goes up
must come down.
Category Archive: Poem
I look deep into your wise eyes.
I keep seeing the same
shadow. It follows me
Remember when things were different?
A Poet’s dream is to be heard
What goes up
must come down.
I look deep into your wise eyes.
I keep seeing the same
shadow. It follows me
Remember when things were different?
A Poet’s dream is to be heard
