Poetry: The Alone, The New Crisis, The Quest, The Reason
A hurdle like a macchiato firestorm
A face like a broken mountain;
A river like a slash through the land;
A breeze blows and I'm not listening; A bird cries and I'm watching.
A hurdle like a macchiato firestorm
A face like a broken mountain;
A river like a slash through the land;
A breeze blows and I'm not listening; A bird cries and I'm watching.