The instruments play music
But not all instruments have melody.
Some are silent.
When the wind blows,
Along many stories flows.
The stories not known.
〔A collection *of poems by my embarrassing past self's*.〕
The instruments play music
But not all instruments have melody.
Some are silent.
When the wind blows,
Along many stories flows.
The stories not known.
〔A collection *of poems by my embarrassing past self's*.〕