Endless waves crash down, Dreams like sand slip through my hands, Hope fades with the tide.
Category: Poem
The Sea’s Re-casting
Endless waves crash down, Dreams like sand slip through my hands, Hope fades with the tide.
Wisdom
Original sin You owe no apology You took the first bite
Freedom
It’s ephemeral.
Similique et neque perferendis minima
Error aspernatur voluptas et dicta.