knowwhodoyou

A story I once heard, that I shall retell.

The leaves on the floor are prickling your feet. You carry that bag of school books and wish you did... (continued)

drifting around the air flitting through those glossy pages flourishing, branching out like a drop... (continued)

The sunlight creeps over old shoes Illuminating with a new light I wish I could capture it.... (continued)

What are they on about?

A short poem