Unfinished poem. Everything is a work in progress. Nothing is finished until we are able to stand still in the moment of accomplishing our hardest task, and looking back at how far we came.
(Unfinished/Untitled Work in Progress).
Unfinished poem. Everything is a work in progress. Nothing is finished until we are able to stand still in the moment of accomplishing our hardest task, and looking back at how far we came.
(Unfinished/Untitled Work in Progress).
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...