It’s up the stairs and to the right.
bright
I keep seeing the same
shadow. It follows me
A Poet’s dream is to be heard
My darkest day has not come.
I am blessed to have felt
your light. It burns bright.
It’s up the stairs and to the right.
I keep seeing the same
shadow. It follows me
A Poet’s dream is to be heard
My darkest day has not come.
I am blessed to have felt
your light. It burns bright.
