Sometime in 2014...
I step in the sand and watch my feet.
I move each toe, Feeling the heat.
I move my eyes to look straight ahead.
I wash my lies, meeting the water instead.
I hear a voice, from straight afar.
I swim to see,
A voice and a guitar.
CZYTASZ
Poems.
PoezjaSome of my older poetry, with a few more towards the end that i've recently written.
