A lifetime of little happy moments,
A lifetime of loss and gain,
A lifetime of just time itself,
Sadness, heartbreak, pain:
A sky of possibility,
Solid ground of choices made,
And where you stood blooms flowers of
What's underneath your name.
YOU ARE READING
Clockwork
PoetryThis is where I will upload my poems. Now, I also had this book on my old account, however, I can't remember the password to it. So I had to make a new one. I will also reupload my other books on this account.
