A foggy twilight,
Everything is grey or brown,.
Raining with such weight
To bring the gutters crashing down.
But honey if you want
Those lovely May flowers,
We’ll have to endure
This season and its power.
– Vagabond Prophet
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
A foggy twilight,
Everything is grey or brown,.
Raining with such weight
To bring the gutters crashing down.
But honey if you want
Those lovely May flowers,
We’ll have to endure
This season and its power.
– Vagabond Prophet