Poems from engrilliot
My feet on the ground.
My eyes on the stars.
Dreaming of flying,
but scared of falling.
Facing my fears,
and taking the leap.
After all,...
The Holy Grail empty,
Arthur raises his glass.
The bartender gives a look
As Arthur downs his glass and raises it once more.
Surrounded by...
The Holy Grail empty,
Arthur raises his glass.
The bartender gives a look
As Arthur downs his glass and raises it once more.
Surrounded by...