Memories are the rocks that remain intact among the sands, beaten as they are by the relentless waves that wash against the shore, often submerging us, sometimes shifting us, then letting go; and when the waters recede, we are left with a much eroded and altered landscape we call truth.
~gtk
YOU ARE READING
Refugees of Reason
PoetryMe writing poetry. Reached #1 in #bookofpoems Reached #1 in #wattpadpoetry Reached #4 in #poetrybook Reached #10 in #poetry Reached #15 in #poet Reached #41 in #writers
